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.…
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…
LaDeDa
–In the quiet corners of suburban America, where linoleum meets despair and the scent of overripe peaches lingers in the air like…
–The Side Hill RudabobAs remembered, misremembered, and made up on the spot In the crumpled hem of the Smoky Mountains, not far…
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