Collapse Chronicles
–Out now. The Chronicle has begun to dissolve. That is the first line on the back cover. It is also, more literally…
Collapse Chronicles
–Out now. The orchard has been listening for a long time. That is the first line on the back cover. It is…
Collapse Chronicles
–Out now. The trucks stopped at 2:17 a.m. on a Wednesday. Not because the engines failed. They still turned over fine. The…
Lexicon for the Last Days
–The Promise They called it Continuity. That was the marketing word, chosen deliberately for its clean, bloodless, reassuring quality. Continuity of self.…
Poems from the Fault Line
–—Svalbard, 78°14′N, 15°29′E You were builtnot for now,but for the afterward.For the hush after the howl,the smoke after the signing of the…
Loophole: A Philosophy of Exceptions
–The man who rolled through the stop sign drove on, unaware that his small rebellion had been logged and studied. Yet his…
Loophole: A Philosophy of Exceptions
–Above the world, in a place that was neither sky nor heaven, the philosophers gathered. They had no bodies, no robes, no…
SIPS AND VERSES
–—A tall glass that won’t end; gin, lemon, and soda stretching into recursive laughter that never lands. The lemon cut, the gin…
LaDeDa
––a man misnamed by a drunk registrar becomes a state mascot, a saint, and finally a god. I. The Error of Birth…
The Skeptic’s Cosmic Carnival
–It was the first and perhaps last annual CERN Comedy Festival. Originally a desperate gambit by physicists to halt the inexplicable cosmic…
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