ThomasLaHomme, The Reader

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The Dolls' Quest

Two sentient dolls who remember previous lives as a prince and princess in another universe, go on a perilous quest across the United States to learn more of their origins. My first storygame so any constructive criticism is welcome. Now with 30% fewer typos! Thanks to Mizal for editing advice. 


Aphrodite's Orphan
unpublished

A teenage girl living on a Venus out of 1930's Pulp Science Fiction must search the planet with her robot tutor to find the killers of her parents.


Time and the Twin Cities
unpublished

A young man's coming of age as he navigates an underground fairy city where time runs slower and his hometown as it evolves into a metropolis over the centuries.


Recent Posts

Poem: Calico Cats With White Gloves on 5/24/2019 2:54:15 PM

Thanks for pointing out the typo. I'll correct that. Yes, this is an actual artist.


Tempest Despair on 5/24/2019 10:53:17 AM

Interesting poem about depression. You might want to replace the "darkest hour" phrase with something more original. But a nice description of inner turmoil.


Poem: Calico Cats With White Gloves on 5/23/2019 4:28:16 PM

Here's another of my poems for your perusal. Let me know what you think. 

 

Calico Cats with White gloves.

 

 

With multi-media fragmentation,

You can place your echoed dreams

On a white-washed canvas.

There, an emotional distance with

An intentionally-limited color palette.

 

Godfather Toad doffs his dusty old top hat and addresses the council of animals.

They shuffle in their suits and shoes to hear his wisdom-words.

 

Dressed in Mexican Market dresses with intricate patterns on white cloth, you

Illustrate their world for those on the Outside who cannot understand.

 

The talking animals with suits and shoes.

 

Mixed materials flattened on  a white plain.

Three dimensional substances illusioned

as two dimensions in the service of an illusion

of depth.

 

There is sometimes a void of silence that rests between us.

Between our eyes.

Between our ears.

Between our twitching lips.

Between the spaces words would travel through.

 

Behind your angry words a sordid pain

that will not reveal itself.

A fear, a sadness that falls deep into the canyons of your depth, into

The somber shadows you bare encased in a pretty-fleshed frame.

Behind your eyes the land of the talking animals with  big 1930’s eyes.

They have their crazy adventures in the Child-light of some living past.

They cavort in an innocence graced with the wisdom of the human world that encroaches

from Outside.

 

The lonely silence that washes us in an undertow,

Sweeping us to depths of dream,

Sweeping us in the dark currents

Of the Black Ocean

Beneath the World.

 

Between our silence a tacit understanding,

Tinged with a fear of

The peeling of protective covering.

 

Calico Cats with white gloves.

They are spiritually kindred:

Rainbowed patches of smooth soft fur

And cloth shields to protect the probing touch.

White cloth gloves to cover milky hands touched with

liver spots.

Dark eyes staring with youthful love from nests of

lines in once-smooth skin.

 

You’ve made your way in adulthood,

Pushing on with a child’s ideal

Of living like those with less,

Of slumming it in an affectation

Of Bohemian bravado,

Letting your adventures ride

In a tidal swell of alcohol en excess.

Letting it wash you onto some cold shore

Tinged with the rays of dawn,

Your skull swirling with a whirlpool

Of inner maelstrom.

Letting it drain down to the spongy marrow

Of your bones till

You are dry again.

 

Traipsing about in a dance of a young girl’s

enthusiasm for a time tinged red with rust.

A Calico Cat with white gloves

To protect fragile fingertips from the bloody

Touch of rusted metal.

And this cat, should she look inward and step through twilight

Meadows to the land of the Talking Animals,

Would find a folk better suited to her far more than suited Outsiders.

1930’s eyes, big and bold and beatific,

Taking in the site of a young girl

Trying to stave off the dusty red of oxidation

That stains her white gloves

And rouges her cheeks

With the wash of ages.

 

Once,

I gave you a tall glass of water

When you lay on your bed inebriated

And semi-conscious.

Gave you a cold drink from the tap

To re-hydrate your booze-swelled brain

So you might crawl out of bed the next morning

Without a skull crushed in a giant’s iron hand.

You’d only sipped a tenth of the water

And I poured the rest down your kitchen sink,

Knowing it was a thankless task I’d done for you,

Since you’d never remember the next day.

 

Slights would be remembered.

Mistakes would be remembered.

Misunderstandings remembered.

And grudges would be held with

Fire-forge contempt.

There are spaces between us

Words will not travel through.

Behind your angry words a sordid pain

that will not reveal itself.

Your happy grin to others:

Mixed materials flattened on  a white plain.

Three dimensional substances illusioned

as two dimensions in the service of an illusion

of depth.

I have seen the dark deep beneath

And know it from my own experiences

For deeper truth.

 

Wounded animals know each other by their eyes: big and bold and beatific.

There is a sad love that comes through understanding pain,

But sometimes the most painful thing

Is to forgive.

Between our silence a tacit understanding,

Tinged with a fear of

The peeling off of protective covering.

 


Online Self-Publishing Options on 5/12/2019 5:49:38 PM

Thanks for the advice. But I think there are some sites online where people just put up their own stories for free. I was wondering about those.


Online Self-Publishing Options on 5/10/2019 11:01:34 AM

I somehow don't think it would make me hugely famous or anything. But I did want to get those stories out there for a wider audience to read. I know there are a few people who've gotten famous by starting in online publishing, but I can see as they would be the exception rather than the rule. As to marketing skills...I was in two industrial bands and we could barely even get shows. I mostly just want to get my stuff out so more people can read it. Thanks.


Online Self-Publishing Options on 5/10/2019 10:58:37 AM

Thanks for the suggestion.


Online Self-Publishing Options on 5/9/2019 6:06:57 PM

I'm still working on finishing up my second storygame for this site-- which I started writing last November. But after I finally get that published (hopefully by July, but we'll see...) I wanted to see about self-publishing a sword & sorcery story I completed in 2006. I'd originally made copies for friends and family, but never actually put it out for the greater world to see. (in 2011, I did an audio version of the story with multiple voices, music, and sound effects). I also wrote a follow-up story in 2008. I was hoping to see what online sites there are out there on the world wide web where I could publish both stories. Not really an expert on this sort of thing, but at 48 years of age, I'm tired of wallowing in obscurity. Any advice?


The Price of Freedom: Innocence Lost on 3/29/2019 2:32:07 PM

I'm happy for you. :)


Game of Thrones - Season 8 on 3/29/2019 10:56:00 AM

I have here what in Mystery novels would be called the smoking gun. Yes, they speak English in Westeros. Hodor! https://www.vulture.com/2016/05/game-of-thrones-hodor-what-happened.html


Game of Thrones - Season 8 on 3/28/2019 4:44:14 PM

Tolkien sets LOTR in Europe in some pre-historic antediluvian mythical age, similar to the Hyborean Age of Robert E. Howard's Conan stories. In no way does he intend his readers to think the characters are really speaking English, but instead expects people to understand it's some dead language from out of the mists of pre-history.