Rue Inns
Repeat. Regret. Reincarnate. Sammy Sara sat there peddling to turn the Prayer Wheel of this Rue Inn, where people came to punish themselves over and over again. You had be Spook Qualified to run this place; and that meant that you had…
Month: February 2018
Drench
He leans into the rain while his braces, hooked on one end to a door handle, hold him up. Some days he uses the ever-present rain of this place to make himself all film noir, and other times he is Michael Jackson…
pop high
you come across as a popeye philosopher spin ich it’s all fast food vast food body distortions through larger portions and you have to come to understand with your wheat belly flip-flop feet smelly jello and ice cream, and jelly and peanut…
A Knife?
You don’t expect a blade. You have been led to expect a gun. You don’t expect the strange motionless edge moving through you without pain until the action is complete. You expect a bang, and then you expect a miss. Why? Because…
bee coming
we watch to learn we leave and return the things you earn the ears blocked against talking heads the trailing threads we pick them and process what’s said i want to be atop the shoulders of giants but i want to remain…
Bash Flak
The holy journey of shrapnel. He is wearing a jacket made of flak. He is drinking one of the few coffee varieties to get off planet before the coffee rust killed it. He has money. Where do you spend platinum backed standard?…
Hard Work And Inspiration
I came up with an idea that I was calling a Distributed Network Novel, and I sometimes think that is how my thinking about certain subjects manifests. I write different articles around a loose notion, that manifest as certain iterations and reflections…
The Nuclear Option
In the last week I was reading about some government sponsored fiction that was designed to give real life to what the effects of a nuclear bomb might be on the civilian population, and it also mentioned a similar piece spun out…
Writing Isn’t Easy
Writing isn’t easy. Not for everyone. And writing can get hard for those who like to do it. You don’t start out writing with the expectation that others will read you, but somewhere along the line that becomes a measure of the…
Like Sharks
It looked like chum, all those chunks in the bath, and that was good, because that was what he intended to use it for. He had very little affection for any other creatures on this Manichean God’s septic green earth, but he…