Coffee and Conversation: Boldly Embarking on the Star Trek Chronology Project

Grab a cuppa and a comfy seat, and let’s chat a while! It’s time for Coffee and Conversation!

When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as important to them as mine was to me.

There’s something about a new year that seems to beg new challenges, new perspectives, and new projects, isn’t it?

One of mine, this year, is to complete The Star Trek Chronology Project – to view the entire live-action canon in the space of one year, in “chronological” order – so that the fictional story progresses along a rational timeline.

Why am I doing this?

Well it will be fun to revisit my favorites (I get to start with Enterprise, after all, and, at the moment, it’s far and away my favorite Trek series). I’ll have a series that features T’Pol, then one with Spock, and then some movies…

Another reason is that I missed a lot of Deep Space Nine, and most of Voyager. I was in my mid to late twenties, then, and life took precedence. I’ve prejudged these two shows without really engaging with them, and I feel like they deserve another chance.

But the primary reason is that I am passionate about Trek - passionate enough that I spend considerable time and effort crafting Star Trek fan fiction. I give it as much effort and attention as I do my other writing. And that means that I want to be sure that I am respecting, not only the canon of the televised and movie franchise, but also these characters who, to coin a phrase, fascinate me. I want to honor them and the fictional reality they occupy.

This will be an act of love.

For Trek, for Vulcans, and for myself.

From time to time, I will be updating my progress, and offering some thoughts and ideas inspired by what I’ve watched recently.

This week, I’ve got the first three episodes of Enterprise, and a bit about each (clicking the titles will take you to the episode on Hulu:

Broken Bow:

As series pilots go, this one’s breathtaking – so good, in fact, that I tend to forget that it’s a pilot.

The decontamination scene gives a tantalizing hint that there is some degree of sexual tension between Trip and T’Pol – and the basis upon which my fan fiction is based. I’ve always thought that something else had to have happened before that for Trip to be so bold, and for T’Pol to be – well, even bolder. I love that they conduct this inter-species exploration in the midst of a heated argument – an argument that simmers over repeatedly as they learn to live and work together.

Fight or Flight:

This second episode deals with fear, adaptation, and discovery – a frightened and overwhelmed officer, an alien life form struggling to survive, human curiosity and Vulcan logic, and a ship filled with dead aliens from whose bodies fluid is being siphoned.

This is a good character development episode, but hasn’t yet inspired any fan fiction.

Strange New World:

Enterprise discovers a Minshara-class planet – one with the capacity to support humanoid life. But all is not as it seems…

I’ve written two long stories based upon this episode. It’s an excellent exploration on the conflicts between Trip and T’Pol, conflicts which explode in a dangerous way. It leaves lots of room for other things to happen, which I of course took advantage of.

It’s a solid beginning to this prequel to the original series, and it offers action, character development, the seeds of things yet to come…if you liked what you saw here, stay tuned for future installments of my STCP experience.

Do you have a favorite show or book? Have you ever imagined other stories based upon these characters? I’ve got drinks and popcorn in assorted flavors, and we’re expecting some snow. Won’t you cuddle up and share?


WIPpet Wednesday: “About My Ears…”


Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

I’m sharing the penultimate snippet from “Tigress T’Pol”, a locked-room story from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

Disclaimers: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

Convoluted WIPpet Math So That I Get My Way:

  • Today is January 21, 2015.
  • Math: All digits played with this way: 1 + 2 + 1= 4; 4 x 2+ 0 =8; 1+5=6: 4+6 =10: 8+10= 18; 18-10=8….I know I could have done that in a far simpler way, but I’m way overtired, and I like playing number games from time to time.
  • You get 8 short paragraphs today – and this is almost it, so I hope you enjoy!

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: Broken Bow Part 1. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

In February, I’ll be returning to Chameleon’s Dish (which may or may not become Never Doubt I Love) – to reconnect with Henry, Tisira, and Nockatee…I’ve been revising this month, and I’ve discovered how much I’ve missed this unique ‘threesome’…

But for now, there’s a Vulcan and a human locked in a cell… Trip was maybe about to learn what T’Pol‘s ‘extenuating circumstances’ were when those ears of hers picked up on something he couldn’t hear… today, we learn what T’Pol hears, and talk a bit about ears, too…

We’ll have some of this….because you KNOW this little cell interlude isn’t going to ease all the tension between these two!

Another few seconds that seemed to stretch out almost forever, until T’Pol said quietly, “There are four people approaching. I believe that two of them are Captain Archer and Ensign Sato, and that they, too, have been taken captivee. Their footsteps sound -” I could feel her frowning, trying to find a word that fit. “Reluctant – as though they are being forced.”

I kept my voice down, so I wouldn’t distract her too much. “I can’t hear anything. How far away are they? Can those pretty ears of yours tell that?”

“Two levels, perhaps three. It’s hard to be certain at this distance.” She half-turned back to me. “Commander Tucker – about my ears – “

I gave her the best innocent look I could muster – hadn’t ever fooled my mama, but T’Pol wasn’t Katherine Tucker, or even human. “Yes, Subcommander T’Pol?”

Her face softened, a little. “While I find your – fascination – with my auditory organs agreeable, in private, I request that you refrain from referencing it in the presence of the remainder of the crew. It’s a matter of – “

“Protocol. I know. And I’ll try to make it look like I’m still ticked off that you’re here, and that I haven’t gotten past the fact that your’e a Vulcan long enough to see that you’re a helluva sexy woman, and that you didn’t straddle me and damn near strip me, and that I have no idea at all how damned good you feel in my arms, not to mention the way you taste, and -“

“Trip.” She turned back to me, and there was something like fear in her eyes. She must’ve been scared, because the next thing she said was pure human. “Please.”

“Sorry,” I told her, and meant it. “I’ll behave.” At least, I would damned well try.

Can Trip behave? And are they headed for salvation, or deeper trouble? Is there ever going to be a bed and a door in their future?!

Come back next week to find out more!

And eventually, THIS!

Yes, I’ve counted..applying decontamination gel to Trip’s right shoulder five times isn’t exactly, well, logical…and that’s before the ear joke…but after Trip’s eyes and fingers head south, and other parts head – ahem, further north…

WIPpet Wednesday: “Extenuating Circumstances”


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Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

I’m sharing a snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

Disclaimers: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is January 14, 2015.
  • Math: 10 mostly short paragraphs: 7+4-1=10; using the date, and halving it, and being creative to get my way!

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: Broken Bow Part 1. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon. T’Pol has just told Trip that there are ‘extenuating cicumstances’ that may affect her ability to accept his proposition…now he wants to know what they are, and he thinks he has an idea…

A possibility exploded in my head with the force of a warp core breach.”Oh, damn – you’re married, aren’t you?” T’Pol’s hand hovered there, fingers trembling. Her staring face was pale and shocked. “Aww, hell. I got that just right, didn’t I? Course you are – who could resist someone so beautiful, smart, strong, and downright sexy?”

“I’m not married.” Her voice only shook a little. Maybe she was telling the truth the way all Vulcans insisted they always did – but then why did she still look like I did when I was fourteen, after my first time, out in the orange groves, when Lizzie spied on us and teased me about it for almost a year? I decided I was gonna find the answer to that little riddle. After all, I wouldn’t be much of an engineer if I didn’t, now would I? I grinned, and, as the old saying went, let her have both barrels of the infamous Tucker charm…

“Not married, eh? So there’s no Mr. T’Pol in the picture?”” She looked away again – to hide, I guessed, but from what? Being unattached, and what that meant for whatever this was boiling over between us? My accusing her of being married and not telling me? Those things she wasn’t supposed to feel or act on, but wasn’t sure she wanted to control? Something else I couldn’t even guess at?

Did I really have any business knowing, or the right to ask about her personal life?

I took advantage of her turned head, and echoed her little back-of-the-fingers-along-the-jaw caress. She gasped and shuddered, and her pulse beat fast and hard under my passing fingers, reminding me of the way her heart had felt when she was straddling me. Oh, yes, gorgeous – you want this as much as I do. So what’s getting in your way?

When I took my fingers away, T’Pol started to lean toward them, then caught herself and shook her head, like she was denying her own impulses.

Are you – ?” She swallowed, hard, interrupting herself, and starting at me with those huge dilated eyes while she worked up the nerve to finish her question, “Pair-bonded?” Her voice sounded utterly neutral, but she quivered like a grappler cable at maximum tolerance. She might pretend she didn’t, but Miss T’Pol, the most eligible Vulcan bachelorette in this entire cell, cared about my marital status, too. And, whatever her ‘extenuating circumstances’ were, even if it was the whole damned Vulcan High Command with Starfleet piled on top like a cherry – knowing that made me a little giddy… or maybe it was her perfume, which had gotten so far into my head I didn’t think I’d ever forget her scent.

We’ve certainly gone about this a bit ass-backwards, haven’t we?” I laughed at her expression, and decided I wasn’t going to tell her what it meant unless she asked. “Nope, the only Mrs. Tucker in my life is my mama. I thought there might be one, once – you saw her that night at Fusion, just before you ran out. Her name’s Natalie, and maybe she still thinks it could happen, but I-”

She suddenly spun around, tipping her head. I could almost feel Subcommander T’Pol of the Vulcan High Command come back full force. She stiffened her spine and strode across the room again, getting as close to that force field as she could without actually touching it.

No point explaining about Natalie when she wasn’t even listening – or at least, not to me. If T’Pol was hearing something else, I wanted to know what it was. I strained – but I couldn’t hear anything unusual. Then I remembered what she’d said about the evolutionary reasons for those deliciously pointed ears of hers, and how she’d heard me, even when I couldn’t even hear myself, from across the room…

I came up behind her, trying to ignore the way her lingering quiver shivered through my body, too. “What is it -?” I kept my own voice softer than a whisper, but I stopped when she only lifted a hand. I stood there, trying not to give in to the powerful temptation to pull her hot taut body close while I waited to see if she was going to clue me in.

What does T’Pol hear? Will Trip ever find out? What about those unspoken ‘extenuating circumstances?

Come back next week to learn more!




WIPpet Wednesday: Whatever This Is


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Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

I’m sharing a snippet from The IDIC Romance, my Story A Day May Challenge project. This is a Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip.

Disclaimers: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

Three weeks ago, Trip and T’Pol talked idiomatically. This week, a conversational quagmire…
Read on!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is January 7, 2015.
  • Math: 6 paragraphs, 7 for the date, minus 1 for the first WIPpet of the year!

This story is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: Broken Bow Part 1. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.


T’Pol, did you just – uhhh, proposition me?” She only stood there, watching me, her low-grade quiver seeming to move through the air, somehow, and transmit itself to me, and a shiver of anticipation went through me, almost like she was still touching me. Damn, she was intoxicating! “All right then. This is what I propose – whatever this is, let’s take some time to explore it, once we’re back on the ship, where we can have that door, and a bed that’ll do, even if it’s not as comfortable or as big as I’d like.” She took in a sharp breath, which seemed to echo through me, resonating with her vibrations. I wanted to know what she was thinking – I waned to pull her to me, right here and now, bed and door be damned…T’Pol made a soft guttural little sound. As much to distract myself and fill the silence as to convince her, I kept on talking, as though I didn’t know how to stop. “Without you calling him up to remind him of protocol every step of the way, the Cap’n’s bound to get suspicious sooner or later, and then he’ll come find us and get her out of here.” Watch. Quiver. Her breath prickled my neck hairs, and I was breathing faster now, too. Why the hell wasn’t she saying anything? Why the hell why wasn’t I shutting up? “And then, – as soon as we’re both free -“

She flinched bodily, shaking, flinging her head to the side as she gasped – and, too late, I stopped vomiting words at her. She’d damned near thrown me to the floor, grinding against me in a way that said, without doubt that she wanted me – or did it? Did any of this -whatever it was – mean anything to her? Did it mean what it meant to me – this whatever-it-was? She’s a Vulcan, Tucker – not a human. You could be reading her all wrong. I didn’t know how, exactly, but I could feel, T’Pol – closing off? No, not that, or not exactly. More like she was backing away, in her mind – from me, or what I said, or how she’d responded, or takig that next step that she seemed both to want and to be afraid of…I needed more information before I could figure out the problem, and what to do about it. Softly, I said, “What’s wrong, T’Pol?”

Her eyes were doing that nervous little sideways skitter again, so I knew I hadn’t imagined it. I stayed pu, even though my brain was screaming at me to go to her, the way I’d go to a human woman who looked that upset. Maybe it was stupid, to press this any further, but I couldn’t just stand there while she looked so miserable and vulnerable. I stuck my tongue in my cheek and watched her pretending she had control of herself, and then said, “Look, I get it – we’re essentially strangers to each other. But something’s bothering you about what I said, or what I did, and I don’t see anyone else here for you to talk to. Besides, we’ve already covered a lot of ground, for strangers – and, believe it or not, T’Pol, I like you. If I’ve hurt you, or upset you – “

“It’s not that we’re strangers, Trip.” It was a whisper that held too many things to name – but I thought there was fear, yearning, shock, wonder,,. “It’s that we’re not -” She frowned a little, turning to face me agian, and her gaze climbed slowly up my chest. She made it to my chin before it flinched away again. “From the first moment I saw you – ” She shook her head, and stared at my mouth, and I wondered if she knew she was licking her lovely lips. “I am a Vulcan, Trip. I’m not free. I’m intended to feel what I feel for you. I am most certainly not intended to act upon those feelings…”. She jerked her eyes up to fix them on mine, and then her stare swept my body, avid and hungry. “And yet, I don’t know how to stop feeling, or acting – and, if I did, I’m uncertain that I would choose to.”

So I’m imbalancing your systems.” She made a tiny motion that might be a nod. “You know, you’ve thrown me out of whack too – I never met another Vulcan who looked like you, smelled like you – turned me on the way you do…” I trailed off, again, because her eyes suddenly focused on mine, and I was falling in, even from across the room. How could she do that just by looking at me?

“Trip – there are – ” She swallowed, and strode across the room to stand close enough to touch again. Her hand lifted, those fingers pairing, and she brushed the backs of them light and swift as a pulsebeat along my jaw. Her fingers trembled; so did her breath. “There are other…extenuating circumstances…” She stared at her fingers, and I breathed in her delicious smoky citrus scent and tried to keep hold of my circulatory system for once. She frowned at her shaking hand, and didn’t look at me. “I should not have allowed this…”

What is this? And what are T’Pol’s extenuating circumstances?

Come back next week to find out more!


Second-Serving Sunday (dang! Monday, again!): Hello, 2015 Edition!


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A weekly peek backwards and a look ahead, in my little corner of the blogosphere

It’s been an interesting week, with  sickness, progress, another novel draft finished, lots of family time, and the companionship of other writers…Now we’re moving into another year, another round of ROW80, and I’ve got some old goals, some new goals, and a wild and whirling mind…

And now, on to the week’s goodies!

Last week in life:

  • A new year on the horizon, and new goals and projects await, along with those I’m carrying forward…oh, and getting sick…which wasn’t exactly in the plan, but that’s life.

Recently at shanjeniah:

Second-Serving ummmm, Monday - The Bye Bye 2014 Edition:

And now, last week’s features…

Coffee and Conversation:

  • Nothing….oops!

WIPpet Wednesday:

SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday):


Just Jot It January:

What’s Next:

  • January Goals – I’ll post specifics next week, but revision and planning for the spring writing surge will be the focus.

And on the blog:

In the Wilds of Internet-Land:

  • Consequences: Samantha Quinn‘s fantastic Enterprise fan fiction – I was utterly riveted, and completely befuddled as to how TnT were ever going to come together. This is the storytelling ideal I’m striving for.
  • Blue on Blue: Lt. Zoe Jebkanko offers another fantastic fan fiction. T’Pol must balance the needs of the two -Trip and Captain Archer – against the cultural taboos of Vulcan society.
  • Dear Friends and Family”: A Love Letter to Annual Letters: Gretchen Wing has some things to say about those holiday missives.

Life Stuff:

  • I’m settling back into routine this week (despite this post being a day later than expected, and losing some of my annual goals…). Workout, writing group, and possibly skating with Annalise. And Enterprise, and revisions, and and and…

So, what’s on your agenda this week? Are you the resolution type, or more free-wheeling in your approach to the passage of days? I’d love to hear about it!

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SoCS and JusJoJan Day 3: T’Pol’s Got a Bathtub?! (and other fan-fiction bizarities)…



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This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme.

The idea is simple – post an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt -this week’s is “T.

Have you ever watched a favorite show and found yourself imagining the characters living out your stories?  Wondered what happens in those spaces between scenes, in the unseen parts of their lives?

Me too…especially the aftermath of moments as – umm –  charged as this one!

Maybe that’s what first led me to start writing Star Trek fan fiction, when  I was 13, and why it’s still my passion, in my mid-40s. 

Writing fan fiction is a way to lay a personal claim to beloved characters. It’s the modern equivalent of adapting a fairy tale or a song. It allows for different interpretations, and far more possibilities than a show could ever encompass. At its best, it’s breathtaking- every bit as good, or maybe even better, than the show itself. At its worst….well, that’s something very, very different, in the way a train wreck is different from a birthday party.

What makes it good or bad? Shakespeare (he’s big in Trek!) would say it’s thinking that makes it so. Maybe that’s true, but I have another idea….


When writing characters who already have lives, and personalities, and a reality within which they must exist, the first thing to consider might be respect. As the fan fiction site Ad Astra puts it, paraphrased, you can have Spock eating kittens, but you’d better have a logical reason for it. You need to explain, believably, why a pacifist vegetarian with a strong cultural tendency toward logical behavior would do any such thing. Ironically, in the rough draft of my WIP King of Shreds and Patches, Spock commits an act with a striking similarity to eating kittens. I spent a lot of time debating writing that scene, even though Spock was insisting that that’s the way it happened. I knew I couldn’t just put it out there and have it be believed…I needed to say WHY, and it had to make sense – be logical, under the circumstances.

Time will tell if I got that one right. But I’ve read some things, just lately, that fly in the face of respect for the characters. For instance, there being a bathtub in T’Pols quarters. Watching Enterprise makes it clear that she has a shower, like everyone else. And, of all the people on the ship, why would the only one who came from a desert world, the only one committed to logic, have, of all things, a bathtub in her quarters? In the story in question, it was apparently there only to be used as a plot device.

But that’s nothing next to the sexuality issue….

I believe strongly that everyone’s entitled to their own sexuality, so long as they aren’t forcing it upon those who don’t want it. I extend this courtesy to fictional characters, too. If a character has an expressed orientation, I feel there is a huge lack of respect involved in altering it for the writer’s pleasure. I have no problem with assigning an orientation to a character whose inclinations are never clearly stated – I’ve done that myself, and I think I’ve made at least one very agreeable couple, that way…

But, as a terminally straight woman, I wouldn’t want someone messing with my sexuality, and I don’t think it’s fair to do to characters, if we know what variety of person they’re likely to take to their bedroom, or whatever place they choose for those activities…

And, as a corollary to that, there’s another odd phenomena of glossing over, minimizing, ignoring, or ridiculing relationships explored in the series – essentially, the characters’ love lives are being manipulated by the writer, forcing them into other relationshipa. They’re people, at least in the story, and they have the right to their own relationships. Even fictional characters have the right to change their minds, and sometimes, especially with Vulcans, who have, at times, a need to mate, or else die, circumstances can lead to strange and maybe less than preferable bedfellows -but it doesn’t seem respectful to ignore years’ worth of story canon, and the creative efforts of the writers and actors, and force the characters to be with someone they wouldn’t be with – not unless there’s a very good reason….

This, for instance, is a pretty powerful culmination of an intricate three-year dance around the issue of will-they-or-won’t – they? I feel it’s disrespectful to years of character development and subtle forward and back to arbitrarily pair either of these two with someone else, without an equally well-developed reason…

I guess what this all boils down to for me is that characters – fan fiction or otherwise – aren’t puppets to be manipulated by the writer. They’re people, at least in the story, and they have the right to their own integrity and their own lives. When all the things that make a character who they are are honored, the writing is every bit as good as for-profit, original-character writing can be. When they aren’t – well, it just feels like cheating, to me, or a lack of respect for the characters and their reality.

As a writer and a person, I strive to treat all others with respect….I wish that was true of all those who choose to play with characters whose integrity holds value to me.

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Okay, so maybe it’s not exactly a HAPPY ending, but I, for one, don’t want to be cheated out of the deliciousness of moments like these, as two very different people navigate through uncharted terrain…



WIPpet Wednesday: Cowl Invites Touch

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

My life has slowed down considerably the last few days. I came home from our local NNWM Write-In Sunday night with a migraine and an odd dizziness that made me feel not quite in charge of my body…I’m better, but I’ve got the feeling that, if I push myself too much…so I’m writing, but my pace has slowed. I’m paying attention to what my body needs, rather than rush back to a more typical routine.

And, just in time for the new year, I got my three contributor’s copies of World Unknown Review!

My story, “A Splash of Red”, is a combination of a dream, my own life, and a lot of imagination…I first conceived it three years ago, and there’s been a lot of tinkering, revisioning, cutting apart, shuffling, and putting back together (literally)…

Pretty amazing, to read it in a collection on my Kindle screen, and hold a print copy of the anthology in my hands, flip to page 37, and see my own name, and my own story!

It totally makes up for the not feeling great in body…my spirit is out there, dancing on stars!

If you’ve got $.99 burning a digital hole in your digital pocket, this anthology is definitely worth it (yup, that’s a shameless plug. Forgive me; I’ve never had a story published before, and I’m excited!).

I’m writing the penultimate scene of Perchance to Dream, the last WIP I have left in a “hanging” state, and which I want to have finished by 2015. I think I’m going to be able to do it! =D

Trip and T’Pol are finishing up their holiday break this week, but they’re in a giving mood, and have invited us in for another take on their first meeting…no, I’m not talking about the ‘official’ one, in Captain Archer’s Ready Room, but a more clandestine encounter, when a young Vulcan woman illogically follows her curiosity, and chaotic music, and is Awakened to a smiling human man who holds music in his hands

This poem was originally written for OctPoWriMo; TnT snuck in to claim several poems for their own, this year. This one is a little rough, in places, but it’s got potential – like seeing someone utterly unexpected walk into the room, and shift the course of your life, without saying a word, or touching in any way you’ve ever known…

It’s a blitz poem, one of my favorite new poetry forms. It’s intended to be read aloud and quickly, without punctuation….

Disclaimers: Trip and T’Pol, , as well as the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

WIPpet Non-Math:

  • Today is December 31, 2014.
  • It’s New Year’s Eve, and this moment has a festive vibe (who knows, it might even BE New Year’s Eve!), there’s the correlation. I’ve probably mentioned by now that I’m not especially a rules girl….and I like daring Kathi’s flying monkeys now and then! ;D

You can catch a bit of  the cowl here…

Cowl Invites Touch

Alien woman prowls in

Face framed by a cowl

Cowl hides pointed ears

Cowl names her Vulcan

Vulcan eyes search

Vulcan eyes stare

Stare into me

Stare and declare

Declare alien yearnings

Declare Vulcan fires

Fires hot and unexpected

Fires like plasma arcs

Arcs sear and burn through me

Arcs scorch through soft jazz

Jazz binding us together

Jazz winding through us both

Both caught in arcing music

Both caught up in a breath

Breath tangles into music

Breath exhales wanting

Wanting this to never end

Wanting so much more

More music more time

More whatever this is

Is she feeling what I do

Is she even able to feel

Feel her heart beat faster

Feel hot blood in her veins

Veins green-hued not red

Veins from mind to heart

Heart opening to heart

Heart conquers mind

Mind pleads for reason

Mind begs for logic

Logic burned by plasma fire

Logic utterly undone

Undone by Vulcan eyes

Undone by shadows

Shadows moving softly

Shadows on her face

Face transformed by music

Face inconvenient facts

Facts of human man

Facts of Vulcan woman

Woman breathing in music

Woman I long to touch

Touch her deep within

Touch her man to woman



Next week, we’ll go back to that nondescript little Suliban cell where TnT are creating the shape of things to come – and lots and lots of sparks and friction!

May you, one and all, ring out 2014 with fondness and warmth; and welcome in 2015 with love and a sense of adventure!