… a candle, the wick floating in the last puddle of wax melted in the dish; every now and then the flame burns bright…
short and medium pieces written in 2011
not counting what I wrote previous years, upgraded, rewrote, in 2011
at the door of 2012
be prepared
caterpillars and kalashnikovs
c
oncatenatiion
credo
crumbs
from the next planet over
future fiction
how much hasn't changed
HOW TO
how to extinct ourselves
july 12, 2011
let them eat cakes
money, money
narratives
NOW
(2011)
one war, three views
points
stages
taking stock
the first Americans
the wonder of being
three b's
unnamed
what it is to be old