(Art: Prometheus - Theodoor Rombouts) THE REALITY OF PROGRESS My first short story was about a psychologist employed at a research facility in Southwestern Colorado. His employer was funded by the government to research ways to manipulate a human’s perceptions of his own reality through drugs and what was known as the Dream Room, basically … Continue reading Why Sci-Fi?
Attend. Captain Yazoshea, on his daily whirlwind tour through the ratty shoebox drugstore under his bunk, finds a placid serenity in the embrace of the umbilical duty of mankind on the frontier. His fingers bleed from razor molestation - a side effect, perhaps intentional, of the routine rummage. He finds, without looking, a wooden child's … Continue reading God Has a Monster Face
The bloke's name was Cortena, or something. A handful in the cage, a cheap suck, my afternoon tickle. He had ratty, brown hair and a beard that looked like something dead and wild was trying to eat his face. Third of a group of four that walked into the coffee-fuck shop that morning, and I … Continue reading Vampire Workday
Ludwig took the short route down the toilet. With his pants around his ankles and holding the stump of his left arm, he took a long dive through the vines and into yesterday's paper. "He's a dirtbag, a commie, a shite," she says - she being her, the one, the all, the wretch. Ludwig took … Continue reading Enter the Ampersand
Attention. Jasmine wasn't listening. While you were plugging insanity to the room, this tart galloped to T. Ragsdale's hippie barbeque fest down the hall. That's it - play with the fringe of last year jeans that you haven't washed in weeks. Look down into the red plastic cup and pretend the gnat drowning is not … Continue reading Things You Thought You Knew
I have come of age but the sky looks no different. My body feels the same. It doesn’t feel like I’ve crossed this phantom threshold that everyone tells me is so important. Today I cast my vote for the first time in my life. There are always two candidates. My vote should be based on … Continue reading Lift and Deposit. Thank you.
Yesterday, I was a liar and a thief. Yesterday, I was young and foolish. Yesterday, I was overweight and unhappy. Yesterday, I was tied to anxieties and my depression, not the other way around. Yesterday, I was a small tree. Yesterday, I was me. Today, I am a liar and a thief. Today, I … Continue reading Here Truths a Liar; There Gives a Thief