At the turn of the century, I was a fresh-faced youth sweating through a humid summer in North Carolina, soon to be setting off back West to recover from the first of several relationship disasters. I know, this smacks familiar already - whiffs of Gen-Xish mid-life memoirs, a hint of pre-millennial grandstanding perhaps. You'll be … Continue reading Of Silence and Sibilance
(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?
The light was painful and unfamiliar. It nipped at the eyelids and chewed the pupils of the newly awoken. Conditioned air knifed at the fugitive's exposed skin; starched cloth, bright white, irritated the rest of its body. It involuntarily cringed in the chair it was strapped to. The impulse to curl into a ball fought … Continue reading Day Thirty-Seven – Pampers For All Us Kids
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
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
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