Month: July 2019

Already (Poem)

I’m ok Already There’s nothing to say To be calm and steady I’m ok You cry For one more day To try I’m ok There’s nothing to it Already No working through it It’s ready I’m ok Setting off Where plans lay You  cough… Continue Reading “Already (Poem)”

The Cottage – Part Seventeen – (Short Story)

Stone, oak, leather, and mahogany gave the lodge a Victorian feel. Jim wasn’t sure if this was whimsy or the place was truly that ancient. Everything was well kept and tidy. Maybe it was the real deal. With enough care something a hundred years… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Seventeen – (Short Story)”

The Cottage – Part Sixteen – (Short Story)

“How the hell did you get this boat here?” Jim wondered out loud as the lake’s utter seclusion fully registered. “I didn’t.” “Ok…so your family did?” “No.” “I don’t get it.” “I had it built here.” “Oh!” Jim said smacking his head. Despite being… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Sixteen – (Short Story)”

Fractal Flashes – ‘The End’

There’s a YouTube video sitting in my subscription feed. A video with the disconcerting title of: “Our Moral and Cultural CRISIS of Purpose Will Be America’s End.” O dear. As much as I like Tim Pool, and as much as my wry, post-regime, immigrant,… Continue Reading “Fractal Flashes – ‘The End’”

The Cottage – Part Fifteen – (Short Story)

Shock was the first sensation that greeted Jim, followed closely by nausea. He blinked stupidly in the harsh noonday sun, choking now and again on some cool unidentified liquid that rolled down his face. The strong smell of rich tobacco caused Jim to cough.… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Fifteen – (Short Story)”

The Cottage – Part Fourteen – (Short Story)

  The sting of sunlight was welcome. Jim blinked away the shock as the thrill of escape settled to a bitter-sweet sensation. He was simultaneously glad to have escaped the abyss and worried by the dawning realization that he was still lost. There was… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Fourteen – (Short Story)”

The Cottage – Part Thirteen – (Short Story)

Pain, fatigue, and cold screamed through every sinew. He raised himself by the elbow wincing at the sensation of rough stone on that tender joint. It was absolutely pitch black. If he were any less than completely exhausted, he would have panicked. Holding his… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Thirteen – (Short Story)”

The Cottage – Part Twelve – (Short Story)

  Why must they be so cryptic? There was too much room for interpretation. Nothing fell into place. Or rather the places that it fell were too fantastic to be seriously entertained. Maybe he should read after all. But what would he read? More… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Twelve – (Short Story)”

Sometimes

In the nineties the sixties sold their children to China’s cynics.  

The Cottage – Part Eleven – (Short Story)

There was a sound as if something were in flight. Intermittent static, strange gurgling, and rasping titters sent quick sharp almost painful shivers up his spine. Jim felt nauseous. Then like waking from a bad dream he heard the first bars of “Something.” “What… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Eleven – (Short Story)”