Author: R W
Rick Wayne is a cretinous mass who's dissected a cadaver, climbed the Great Wall, jumped from an airplane, designed sampling systems, swam naked in the Mediterranean, and felt the blast of a terrorist's bomb, although not in that order. When he's not vomiting words, he's planning his next adventure.
He can be found at RickWayne.com.
(Art) The Dark Gods of Andres Rios
Mexican artist Andres Rios sculpts dark gods, both old and new (including several Aztec deities). While some are divine, others are machine. All are tortured and immortal, their skulls bared or barely covered by masks, […]
(Art) Stephen Mackey’s Illustrations From a Book You’ve Never Read
I love art that tells a story. Stephen Mackey’s art tells of dark romances and children’s fables from the world behind the wardrobe or the other side of the looking glass. The self-taught UK artist […]
(Fiction) The Score
Esmeralda Gonzales was more pregnant than any woman had a right to be. She carried a baby and a load of bad news and bore both with grace and good deal of pride. She was […]
(Sunday Thought) Two Temporal Paradoxes
The second installment of the SCIENCE CRIMES DIVISION series involves a murderer who remembers the future instead of the past. As I’ve been working through the plot, which is tricky, it occurred to me that […]
(Art) The Deeply Human Fantasy of Ausonia
Blending the classical Italian style (including quite a bit of portraiture) with modern and fantasy themes, Florentine artist Ausonia — the ancient Greek name for lower Italy — imbues his creations with stunning depth and […]
(Sunday Thought) The Midas Mustache, or Death and the Rapture of Life
An old college buddy, now a lawyer, called me circa 2006 to tell me that the prop plane out of which I had jumped a few years earlier had crashed, killing two people. There was […]
(Art) I’ve got big balls
No, it’s true. Six dozen of them, in fact, by nearly as many artists, which is why this is one of those rare times I won’t credit them all. (If you want to know the […]
(Fiction) Oh No
After making my friends something to eat and leaving it on a tray outside their closed door, I followed Martin’s gracious suggestion and went up to the attic, a wide A-framed space from which one […]
