a different turn
and if the world took a different turn and all the things we stopped to learn were set aflame and left to burn we would still know ourselves we do not need the books on our shelves for the words are settled…
Keep It Regular
and if the world took a different turn and all the things we stopped to learn were set aflame and left to burn we would still know ourselves we do not need the books on our shelves for the words are settled…
Carlyle sat outside the Writing Recruitment Centre, known colloquially as Work Centres. They were giving spelling tests as a warm up for the National Spelling Bee. The Reality Corps had been put together not long after The Exquisite Corps was heard of,…
the mornings that we watch the mornings that we don’t dancing temporal hopskotch the things we won’t the things we might transition of day into night a red line underscores a red line comes before some days we labour to walk the…
He’d been a drop-point for undercover Reality Engineers for a very long time. Sometimes they’d use very significant tomes to contain their ciphers, and sometimes he’d see them dropping off what seemed to be humorous asides. Everyone knew Bentham Holmes though –…
Being acknowledged for something obviously isn’t the be-all and end-all of things, because if there were no joy in the activity why would you do it? – but that is not to say that telling someone that you enjoy something they do…
a clock broke a wheel spoke an old bloke winding the motion a feather, a leaf bone and teeth disintegration hurricane swirl the gravity of a spinning world where ballistics cuts across the sky and falls deep in the vision’s lie because…
Strung between calendars and diaries. It was a lie that Reality Engineers had to first craft a mini-universe from a haiku, but they had to be able to full understand what was around them, so that they would notice when things had…
I love it when I hit a roll, and the idea that I am working on now is for the roll to keep going and to never stop. It sometimes seem unreal that you could become something akin to a perpetual motion…
where can hate tread where hatred has not paved the way in the things you do in the things you say and the things you let through when you are reasonable about hate you cannot think it safe to wait you cannot…
Zengler was an odd fish; Angler in the Typing Pools; liked to call books Reality Tablets. He thought of writers as con-artists – especially Immaculate Authors, who he called perpetrators of the longest con. Who was their mark? Anyone who picked up…