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I recently read The Forgetting Machine: Memory, Perception, and the ‘Jennifer Aniston’ Neuron (2017), recommended to me by a reader of my last post, in which neuroscientist Rodrigo Quian Quiroga talks about how our brains Continue reading Memory as a Model for Fiction
It was Halloween. Almost a year had passed. Hard to believe. As soon as the foot traffic cleared, Daren pointed the umbrella toward the road and pulled its runner down to close it, but hadn’t Continue reading La Gargouille
My work requires my undivided attention right now, but I still wanted to say something, so here goes: Goodbye yesteryear selves! Hello new us! Do you ever think about self-driven evolution? I used to call Continue reading Goodbye and Hello: Happy New Year!
Dear V, I feel this mounting desire to leave social media behind, though I’ve been told I need it. It feels like a spell is wearing off, and I wonder who or what will catch Continue reading A Letter to V, from R
“It’s time we got back to mother,” said the mave, his low voice an added heaviness to the rough-hewn hall. Like a frayed silk cocoon, his hoary beard caught against the coarse texture of his Continue reading Back to Mother
A rowboat’s creak. The splash of oars. My eyes open and flutter in the glare off shallow-trough waves. The water is funneled through this local inlet, pooling under the Old Bridge, as they say. It’s Continue reading The Perfect Day for Doom
The Secha A sci-fi short story with a touch of horror. Available for Kindle, “The Secha” portrays a pivotal moment in the life of a captive on an alien world dominated by insects. Loyal to Continue reading The Secha
It was a bone-cold morning, and Ruthie Capella felt life was simply too cruel. It had stolen from her yet another decent night’s sleep. She pulled at the railing in the subway car, hardly remembering Continue reading The Delay at the Crossing
“Where have you gone off to?” said the father, a widower, as he opened Lilly’s door. There on the bed sat Lilly, sucking on her thumb, her pink taffeta dress spread like an Elizabethan ruff. Continue reading The Parable of the Kitty
The stitches were frayed only every inch or so, Josh concluded, as he picked at them with his fingernail. He wondered what it took to unstitch a car. But even that was boring. He had Continue reading Upside-down Boy and the Wishing Star