Rich and I weren't breathing. We'd exhausted hysterical panic and crashed through the ice. We slithered on our bellies, faces to the sky, backs to the abyss, and presented ourselves to the archangel. Michael assessed our presentation and escorted us... Read more →


There is a world in which the earth is created and carried on the back of a turtle. That might be your world, or mine, or the Lenape and Iroquois tribes; it might be entirely its own, but it isn't... Read more →


I/O -> input/output Channels. This is part of the hardware that directs traffic to and from the central brain of a computer. In the beginning the highway out only had a few destinations and the highway back, just one. When... Read more →


It started in Stamford and I do wish I had photographic evidence, if only to document the expansion. The Manga collection started early. If the kid had ten dollars, the kid had another book. In the Weston attic we left... Read more →


Circe did not die of anything other than a spiteful untruth which would have been unconscionable if Helios had any sort of scruples. However, drowning her in Lethe did nothing other than wipe the hard drive. The Circe encapsulated BIOS... Read more →


A face to shatter a mother's heart and most days fold her soul in half. I don't know what the world sees, but it can't possibly miss the vulnerability. That one moment in a series of photographs, the sort of... Read more →


The original timestamp on The Red Umbrella (and the light) is August 13, 2020 which has caused a dip into the well of cognitive dissonance this morning. The post was written forty-eight hours after I'd put my affairs in order... Read more →