The Manifold Curiosity

The blizzard of '78 was terrible—everyone has seen photographs of cars abandoned on streets and bridges as if rush hour itself had frozen...

Chapter Five. An Infinity of Pines α. Follow me. Cynthia opened her eyes in the darkness. She had been dreaming of the mountains. The...

Chapter 1. Saleem 1. Night. The false and infinite surface of the Q'Sh undulated in silence, its waves and billows of cloud drawing...

Titus was a poet, a good one, or at least a fair one. He spent his time arranging themes and meters, he crafted his lines, he adjusted...

Elida didn't give a shit. Not about punching in early, letting Moises know when the Sun-Brite was running low, cleaning her housekeeping...

Flash fiction/humor I worked at the cemetery with a guy named Chet—and I hated him before I knew anything more than his name. He started...

I have always wanted to write a series of related songs, the story of which being revealed only over the span of multiple albums. This is...

It is with heartfelt and genuine enthusiasm that I approach the subjects of psychological imprinting, reincarnation, Freemasonry, and the...

When I was twenty-three years old, I dedicated my life to the study and practice of MAGICK and RAJA YOGA, which are two sides of the same...