Iran has fallen the god/king is dead, that is what an Ayatollah is after all. For the common man—whose agency matters only as a shadow upon the palace gates—the very notion of selecting, by human hand, a god/king is heresy raised to the level of farce. This is not a realm of “voting,” nor oneContinue reading “death of Iran”
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The Graces Of Bliss Hall.
Excerpt from new dystopian novel “The Graces of Bliss Hall “ By E. Micheal Bablin She remembered, with a kind of lucid, silent ache, what it meant to be at Bliss Hall—the first and only time in her life that rules had shaped her as much as love. The rules were strict, almost monastic in theirContinue reading “The Graces Of Bliss Hall.”
Chasing Rainbows
E. Michael Bablin We’re halfway home and I can’t stop watching the rainbow in the rearview. It’s all I want to look at, even though I’m the one driving and Bro is in the passenger seat scrolling through his phone, reading out loud some TikTok drama and then lapsing into silence so the car fillsContinue reading “Chasing Rainbows”
Searching for the great Zuby
Searching for the great Zuby by E. Micheal Bablin We swept into the party in a gust of half-melted snow and enthusiasm, the air still thick with the rumors we’d trailed behind us—dumb, persistent, alive. Even before I’d kicked the slush from my boots, a stranger in a frightened yellow sweater leaned across the jammedContinue reading “Searching for the great Zuby”
Christmas Kitten
Christmas Kitten, With a little red hat and a jingle bell collar, He hopped on the sleigh, ready to holler For every stray cat, wandering in the cold, He brings them warmth, love and stories untold. Through snow and wind, he bravely goes, To bring joy and hope, to all those in woes. For ChristmasContinue reading “Christmas Kitten”
Chapter 4: The Princess’s Journey
They had sworn an oath, the protectors, an alliance forged not from trust but necessity—to guard the princess, who was now Empress of the Warrasua. She would travel by proxy and by fate alone; her future settled by signatures, her name now Argonne. She was only fourteen, Princess of the First League, selected for aContinue reading “Chapter 4: The Princess’s Journey”
the third way
By E Micheal Bablin c2025 There are those people who write novels in this world to become famous and make money, bestseller-list types who stalk the market and trend like wolves, noses twitching for the next fix of relevance, casting their prose as bait for film options. Their faces, you see, float on the backsContinue reading “the third way”
from a forgotten photograph to a machine that changed the world
by E Micheal Bablin In 2002, I was cleaning out my parents’ house on Clizbe Ave, Amsterdam, NY . In the attic, I found a collection of antique stereoscope cards. I saved the collection from the dumpster and took it home. Among the cards was a photograph. It is a photo of a woman, dressed in aContinue reading “from a forgotten photograph to a machine that changed the world”
I was there at the fall of Byzantium. By E. Michael. Bablin
I was there at the fall of Byzantium. By E. Michael. Bablin I was there at the fall of Byzantium. It was the great House—the only home I knew—and I grew up in it. I remember the kittens in the yard, the beautiful spring days gathering, dandelions, and violet flowers, Sunday dinners, and Grandpa andContinue reading “I was there at the fall of Byzantium. By E. Michael. Bablin”
The Old Elm Tree of Clizbe Avenue
Ah…. That 1962 sunshine, radiant and warm, poured down from a sky so blue it seemed limitless. Captured in a snapshot, it was a memory of light pressing against the edges of that moment. There was a hint of a lazy afternoon, with shadows stretching languidly across the grass, and the air carrying the scentContinue reading “The Old Elm Tree of Clizbe Avenue”
