There’s this thing about rocks. They sit. That’s it. In desserts beneath glaring suns they watch the world around them bake and boil. In the crashing waves and hidden riptides of oceans and seas they stay stubbornly, steadfastly, still. In forests, prairies, bogs, and fields they wait as one becomes the next or another. At…
The beginning is the end. Many species over the history of the universe have forged theories of the beginning and the end of the light. Because that’s what’s interesting about the universe. The light. The darkness is everywhere, the darkness is through, the darkness is surrounding. The light is what is special. Light means life….
Perdita was at the Third Street bus stop when she realized she was invisible. The bus had come lumbering and puffing to the curb, and she’d started to climb on when a man shoved past her, driving an elbow into her back. He didn’t turn, didn’t apologize, just scrambled for standing room by the window….
Killian stood on the stoop of 1666 Red Street and sighed. He glanced over at Morris, casually smoking one of his god-awful clove cigarettes. “How are you so goddamn calm?” Morris shrugged. “Getting all worked up about it don’t make it easier.” “I hate removal day.” “Everybody hates removal day,” Morris said. “Now, you gonna…
