Expired and lazy hands become more supple, fixed in a sinewy shade…. Unquiet, umbra-earth drones and fondles my darkling hands.
Some transitions are hard. The house is quiet today except for the low, soft hum of the refrigerator. There’s a ringing in my ears. From somewhere in the bushes or trees out there, in sun Continue reading Transition
Corporate entities as cyborgs? Call it a stretch, if you like, but the analogy isn’t new. Shall we play? First, I’d like to introduce you to my bias: I am and have been as much Continue reading Liver or Spleen: The Mega-Corporation
I’m a smatterer. A dilettante. What about you? Turns out, this is helpful to an analogist—and being an analogist may be essential to being an author. When younger, I disliked the idea of a smatterer. Continue reading ‘Write What You Know’? What do I know?
It is far, far too likely that having a center isn’t for me. I dissipate lightly, as of noisome gasses loosed from my skin. Did he enter somehow, through some crevice? Had I known, I Continue reading I Dissipate Lightly
This is a response to L.E. Henderson’s post ‘The Anatomy of an Epiphany’ http://passionatereason.com/2016/10/the-anatomy-of-an-epiphany/: Again, thank you, L.E. Henderson, for your post. I thought about what you said about me maybe someday blogging about my Continue reading Wrong Path
I recently enjoyed a post by Cliff Hays titled “On the Existence of God and Evil” (http://cliffhays.weebly.com/blog/on-the-existence-of-god-and-evil), and it prompted this contribution: When good means benevolence (good will) and evil means malevolence (bad will), a Continue reading Are We Good for God?
I’m getting the sense I ought to explain ‘what’s my thing’: Because I’m new and there are so many of us, readers may not know what to expect from me and may be leery of Continue reading If I May Introduce Myself: A Paranormal-Science-Fiction Author
The creak of a rowboat. A 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 Continue reading The Perfect Day for Doom (A Dream)
I’ve grown wary of the barely black button. So I’ll make it with circus ties and dry seasons, belly-up lies and carousels. The ministers of fucking aeronautics have declared mistletoe failure, and throughout the workings Continue reading Goodnight All