David Malouf has died. I stopped reading David Malouf simply because I had read everything he had written. I lie. Not his poetry. It is a great failure of mine, I can only read poetry that I read at high school. Some lack of trust in myself. Some lack in myself. Some lack. So, correction. […]
I am very grateful to Sam Moss for publishing my short piece, “Sisyphus, bound” in ergot magazine. The boulder is stuck fast. It ain’t going anywhere. Sisyphus is very UNhappy. Click on the title above to read it for free. See my other stories here. Now, that’s a rock
Oh I knew it was an AI equipped scammer from the outset, but I also know that Donna Tartt is a great writer, very perceptive, with terrific critical faculties, so I am pretty sure that if she read my stories, she would actually say something along these lines. Hello Mr. Stevens, [that’s me! she is […]
qntm is seriously good. I had There Is No Antimemetics Division on my Kindle for ages, I can’t remember now where I found the recommendation, but I had some notion in my head that it was this thing, so I did not read it, and then I did and it turned out to be this […]
Uncle Heshie said his inventions came from seeing something in his mind’s eye and then delivering it to the world. That was art – manifesting your idea in the world, If it were enough to have the idea, all those white boys Zippo went to art school with – who talked and talked but never […]
I am a sucker for anything decent post-apocalypsish and endish of the world, and this liminal time as we approach two-faced Janus, looking forwards and back, is as good a time (as good an excuse) to recommend entertainment in this line. I have just finished watching Earth Abides, based on the novel by George R […]
you will believe a man is a seven year old girl – my narration of my story Grooming my Grandfather, now on the Alphanumeric podcast from Zoetic Press
This story of mine was based on many years of a very similar dream. I would visit my mother’s father as he sat on a chair on a concrete slab in the backyard of his home. It was a yard I knew well from my childhood. Though he was dead and would not speak, he […]
My story Blur falls into the category of “I really like this story that I wrote”*. Perhaps you might like it as well. It has moths, corporate nastiness, self-help, redemption, recovery, a lot of weirdness, bowel motions, and more moths. If you did not read it in the cooly-named anthology ProleSCARYet, perhaps you would like […]
My latest publication, My Wonder Book of Snails and Slugs, is available for your free reading pleasure (?) in the new edition of Penumbric. I think of it as a sometimes melancholy, sometimes sinister tale of love, loss and survival, and also of snails, a sea of slugs, a sea monster, bat faced cardigan monkeys […]
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