The Interrogation I gesture to the chair opposite. The old man strokes his white beard and looks grateful as he sits heavily with a grunt. I have just a few, but important, questions. He makes no response. What are we… Continue Reading →
The Little Stone Chapel 1 Door to little stone chapel opens. I fall into unknown worlds shouting “There’s gold here somewhere!” Balboa hacks through jungle primitives to reach this monument to emptiness erected from head-sized stones after Medusa seduced an… Continue Reading →
All Hail the Pandersquat Along the grundle vodamen slither, sprickety sprocks shroud ‘neath the gobblespot and hippity hocks flee the pandersquat passing ghastly as the hoopsnot wither. Rising snuffle thumps have drawn him hither to hoop, holler and blither garblesnot…. Continue Reading →
Alternative Facts: Escher meets Kafka Hooded walkers circle the courtyard stairwell intent on mysterious missions, ascending, descending, never arriving. Hoods up. Get in Line. Eyes straight ahead. Ascending patriots on the left, Descending on the right. Others watch amazed, amused…. Continue Reading →
Modern Monsters Life-sucking vampires preach a prosperity gospel: Give us your blood, it’ll trickle back down again. Not in time to save your ass, but you can’t have everything. Mindless zombies create converts: Give us your brain, let the mob… Continue Reading →
The Eschaton: Upon Dreaming of a Barren Land, Bigfoot, and Kris Kristofferson as God Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down the barren boulevard, an urban desert, exploded skyscrapers gape, disembodied toothless grins stacked one upon the other. At the neighborhood park, mirth… Continue Reading →
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