Fiction
Barnham
Unsatisfied with the inefficacy of reality’s justice, I took to creating ugly little men so that I might torture them.
Bring Out the Bodies
The Coronavirus dwells in the interstices, and comes forth by highlighting the junctures fracturing civilization’s tectonic plates.
In Defense of Myself
“Guilty or no,” the hangman intoned, “he was in need of editing.”
Knowing One’s Place
I have nothing to contribute to this civilization. People like me should be allowed to opt out.
Escape and Inexorability
That mysterious and perhaps most destructive of all capabilities looms out from the abyss: freedom.