December 2020 - Regular Movement

A Rose

I like to watch biopics. I also dig straight historical documentaries. I like to delete the drama out of them and understand the data. Sometimes

setting fires in the hearts of liars who wish to hear echoes of themselves they put their morals on shelves and cover their mirrors and

A writer writing about writers who only write about writers. He is disappearing into an irony cul-de-sac, and that is why he wrote it —

Most of the regularity in regards to my creative work has been offline. Apart from watching films and reading books on Kindle I have had

Yesterday disintegrated. A fingertip touched to a surface covered in dust. His breath catches on the exposed nerve in his front canine. He bites his

A temporal blade inserted into the belly of the world and waggled around, guts spilling out. Everyone thinks it is a dragon. Fire leaps from

It’s one of those narrative dynamics they lay in with a foreshadowing protocol. Loss of data and recovery of it makes for one of those

You see the cars coming towards you and you are a fixed point. You are moving forward and everything else is going backwards — it

A final assignment before this reality was shuttered. The local god had run his course, the planet was burnt out, and the reality engine looked

Slow time travel was worse — that bone-deep chill which you had to handle before hypothermia set in and promised to make the process of