The Patronage of Dragonflies
A short story in B-flat minor. To wake to the sound of dragonfly wings is a rare pleasure usually enjoyed only by dragonflies. The insects were moving in. Great powdery moths like slivers of cake stuck upside down on the lights. Caravans of black ants. A cricket under the dresser. Creamy brown roaches dazed on... Continue Reading →
The Heat Death of a Wandering Star
A fortune teller in Northern California looked at my palm and said, “You’re going to lead an unnaturally long life.” Then she slid my money back across the table and added, “I feel bad for you.” This was in 2008 or 2009. My memory of the year is less distinct than the mournful expression on... Continue Reading →
Moving Forward, Cutting Loose
So the holidays are over. I spent mine reading obscure horror stories from the 19th century and the nonfiction writing of various friends, drinking too much Tetley's tea, and enjoying myself at home. I mostly stayed in Oxford this year; though, I did have fun going to London on Christmas Eve. It is, without a... Continue Reading →
I must confess that I miss it and the friends I made there. * If you like this excellent picture, taken by Gen Vagula, you can find more like it at: http://www.genvagula.com/Collections/Magical-Tallinn.