Be the shadow of the sundial; the narrow valley on the stone. That's what they say to the contracted. That's what they said to me when they marked me and sent me to the garden of statues. Statues that take the form of men and women and children in various stages of unrest. Some are … Continue reading The Gorgon Syndrome
She sat and watched her clothes blur colors in endless cycles. All the calamities in her life that had been written out to lead her to this moment appeared in her eyes. Alone. Thirty. Washing laundry past midnight. A newspaper sat on her lap, never made it past the first article; Animal Attacks Continue. The … Continue reading The Sword and the Ant
in through the mist the portal or a door white washed but acrylic shine behind or before or beside darkness ad infinitum. Step-talking the brainy somnambulist with his hand around the saffron knob worn-out infused with chemical menace huffing paint behind the schoolyard emerged beyond it but cannot remember opening it but must have now … Continue reading The Algorist, based on a dream.
On a life raft in the middle of the South Pacific. I feel my memory drifting. I can only tell you how I got here. It was in a seedy corner of the world, near the sea, where bad ideas gathered. I met him in a cantina off the Rio Chepu. He told me that … Continue reading The City in the Cleft.