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About glossarch

The word "glossarch" doesn't exist. At least, not yet. But let's pretend it does for a second. The first part is "gloss," a word that comes to us from Ancient Greek via Latin and English. It means "language." The second part also comes from Ancient Greek and can mean "having power over." So "glossarch" means simply "language controller." So what am I doing making up words? Well, I made up an entire language once. It's called Angosey. So I'm the Glossarch of Angosey. I'm currently a doctorate student in volcano seismology (a branch of geophysics). I enjoy writing fiction and poetry, launching balloons, programming, and hanging out with my lovely wife! Follow me on Twitter! Writing and language creation: @glossarch Balloons and science: @bovineaerospace

Always Coming Home #FridayFictioneers

Posted on February 26, 2015

“Mom!  A really cute dog followed me from school!  I tried to get him to come home but he wouldn’t leave the trees.” “Oh, really?” “Yeah!  Can we keep him?” Her mom smiled.  “Of course, if you can get him … Continue reading →

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Pens and Swords #poetrybyglossarch

Posted on February 14, 2015

Pens and Swords   Two Legs Aren’t Balanced Tend to Topple, so Keep a Pen or Sword Handy

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The Comeback

Posted on January 22, 2015

Here’s how it happened: I was on the ladder fixing a gutter when the wind gusted and I ended up standing at the edge of an old canal, and this boat glides up all weathergray and brown, riding high, filled … Continue reading →

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The Sparrow #poetrybyglossarch

Posted on January 21, 2015

I open the window and a little sparrow rushes in with the breeze.   I reach towards the window – Surely this bird won’t be missed.   Wait, my wife says, Let him go. Think of the little children Up … Continue reading →

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Broken and Loud #FridayFictioneers

Posted on January 16, 2015

The strangest thing is how natural this all comes now, he thought as he considered the red splash of geraniums in the courtyard.  See how I’ve set the table beside me, he said to himself.  It’s as if the place … Continue reading →

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Night Silence Desert #poetrybyglossarch

Posted on January 10, 2015

Night Silence Desert I Following the sunken sun Into the depths of the West, Venus scatters a handful Of newborn stars. II Beneath the cowl of night Silence awakens. Stepping softly, she passes by Without disturbing a stone Or interrupting … Continue reading →

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Unthinking it

Posted on January 8, 2015

I saw her gazing at the road sign. “Not from here?” I asked. “Nope.  Landed in O’Hare an hour ago,” she said.  “Headed to Cali.” “So you’re got a layover and figured you’d get your kicks?” “No,” she said.  “I’m … Continue reading →

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