I designed a new seven-card tarot reading for the book. The order is depicted in the diagram below, which forms a kind of castle of the self. Cards should be shuffled such that than can […]
Category: Fiction
(Fiction) It was a Puzzle Box
The runoff reservoir where “Bobbi Jo” was found was undoubtedly man-made. Its sides sloped at a steady angle and three of its lengths were ruler-straight. The fourth curved evenly around the border of a small […]
(Fiction) Not too late for what?
“I haven’t actually met Dr. More,” the young clerk behind the desk explained apologetically. “Isn’t this his office?” “One of them,” he nodded. “He sees patients here on Tuesdays and Thursdays.” “Looks like I’m in […]
(Fiction) Under the Basement
05 OCT 10:45 The derelict house near the reservoir wasn’t only a puzzle box and likely murder scene, it was also a carcass. The ceiling and walls were caked in rot. It stank so […]
Why do you call me ‘my lady?’
“Can I ask you something?” “Only if I know the answer. I wouldn’t want to disappoint a woman of your renown.” “Why do you call me ‘my lady?’” I asked. “Well . . .” The question seemed to […]
(Fiction) No One Called It Murder
No one called it murder. I suppose that’s what I remember most. They all went out of their way to avoid words that could’ve implied prior humanity, like “dead” or “body.” The incident report, which […]
A hull of words we secrete constantly
The dangers of life without death are avoided — they say — for ever. Not because from the mud of the boiling swamps the first clot of undivided life cannot again emerge, but because we […]
