Another Erewhon
He sat down at the edge of the lake and he pretended that it was a mirror that he might throw reflections into that would
Category: Prose
The Swimmer
Dreamsoup head, she lifts it and the pearlescent drops fall from her hair like liquid mercury. Her eyes are alight with story, stacked layers of
Dip The Test Card In Blood
Decay was a rudimentary excuse. A man sat there picking apart the cross-stitched home sweet home. The skull in the fire place wasn’t much of an
The Border Special
He blew up the world with his notepad. Left an apology on the fridge that seemed to have survived the existential collapse, and went for
Where You Stand
He stands up front, praying mantis hands to demonstrate a quotation mark, and he holds the words of a dead writer there in an embrace
Distributed Network Personality
He collected himself in moments where the gates opened and the systems aligned, but there were often several thousand parallel iterations of himself. They called
Darles Chickens
He had just finished writing about Blister Mooge and his run in with the Easter Bunny and The Fisherman, and now he was going to