There is an island between the Arabian Peninsula and Sudan. It is filled with aged, red-stone spires, crowded fishing villages that host perpetually-busy trawlers, and birds found nowhere else. It is wrapped by the clear-blue waters of the Red Sea. The island is home to a curious plant, a weed…

I write to tell you of my neighbor, Olavi. We live next door to each other in a suburb of Denver. He is a mid-sixties Finnish man with a mane of shock-white hair. He speaks with a sincerity that is hard to describe; I believe every word he says. His…

I like to think I’m the best private eye in Dallas. I can back up that claim pretty well — like, last week? I was working a divorce case; had to find proof that this guy was cheating on his wife so she could get the kids or something. So…

I do not know the way of the samurai. I am also fairly certain it is equally alien to my step-father, Ricky. But he’s still in the backyard and practicing with his katana despite that.

It’s better that way, though. He used to do it inside. Sometimes that meant he…

Once, I responded to an advertisement in the newspaper: it was offering free psychoanalysis to individuals willing to work with a trainee psychoanalyst (who would, of course, be working under the supervision of a experienced practitioner). I went to the local university that was hosting it. I then spoke with…

2029

  • I am in an office in midtown Manhattan. It is hot outside; I do not know this. My office is airconditioned. There are crowds of people walking in the streets carrying signs. I look at them now and then, but I’m generally engrossed in my work, which is reading…

There’s a little voice in the back of my brain — it has a physical space, right at the base of my head, where my skull meets my neck, just a bit behind and below my ears. That voice was the first thing I heard this morning. Well, maybe the…

Two figures walked through the snows. From above, they appeared like leaves bobbing along with the flow of a white river. They crested dunes of snow while they wore long, fur-lined, grey parkas. Their faces were buried, but for their eyes; their heads were nestled in scarves over hats which…

R

Pastor, Former Award-winning Psychoanalyst, Founding Member of Slayer. Indicted three times; acquitted three times. Go Blue!

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