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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

Weight and Weightlessness #FridayFictioneers

“So, what, you screwed up your life and now you’re a mover?” Jim glanced at the teenager lounging against the barren wall. “Nice thought, kid, but no. I chose this job.” “Chose, huh?” Jim wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. … Continue reading

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I Will Make You Fishers of Men, He Said #FridayFictioneers

He carries a black Sharpie with him at all times.  It is ideal for quick scribbling in public places: a granite bench, a concrete wall by the ATM, the smooth white tiles above the row of urinals in an airport … Continue reading

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Kryptonite #FridayFictioneers

The man walked around the car, smiling slightly at the Kansas license plate still stuck in the corner of the rear view windshield. “What brings you here, anyway?” asked the mover’s assistant. “World peace,” the man replied. The movers glanced … Continue reading

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The Revenant #FridayFictioneers

She lit the candle on the windowsill and bent to slip on her mud-caked shoes. “What would happen I followed you?” I asked. She plucked the candle out of its holder and looked back at me.  “Do you know the … Continue reading

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The Revenant #FridayFictioneers

She lit the candle on the windowsill and bent to slip on her mud-caked shoes. “What would happen I followed you?” I asked. She plucked the candle out of its holder and looked back at me.  “Do you know the … Continue reading

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Pens and Swords #poetrybyglossarch

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

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The Comeback

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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