Read Online Ever since John F. Kennedy pointed it out, many have said said that the Chinese characters for Crisis and Opportunity (危機; wéijī) are…
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Publishing dark matter since 2018
Read Online Ever since John F. Kennedy pointed it out, many have said said that the Chinese characters for Crisis and Opportunity (危機; wéijī) are…
Leave a CommentReview of Thickafog by Caleb Mason
An Evocative and Literate Island Murder Mystery
This first installment of a fable contains truth but not the whole truth about how a revolution (call it a counter-revolution if you insist, but…
Leave a CommentAs I wrote this on Sunday, Joe Biden pulled out, immediately causing the commentariat to suck all the oxygen from the mediasphere. (NPR binged on…
Leave a CommentThis month I’ve turned to memoir to recount vacationing both now and then. Will save literary news for next month. But click the Perfidy Press…
Leave a CommentThis is a story about why technological innovation should worry us as our lives inexorably shift online, if only because innovation begets obsolescence. Fourteen years…
Leave a CommentThis month’s assorted provocations include several commentaries, a story, a funding appeal, and news of recent publications. Two of the items are fiction.
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At least it doesn’t want Bitcoin. Still considering what to do. Any ideas?
Leave a CommentAs the year inexorably winds down to the orgies of consumption I sometimes call the holydaze, I find myself unaccountably nostalgic for the “old daze,” when my parents, grandparents, and perhaps an aunt, cousin or guest gathered around the table at my childhood home in Connecticut. Along with my parents and theirs, five of my twelve first cousins have since departed to their final destinations. Of the survivors, one of us lives close at hand and she’ll be with us on Thanksgiving, hopefully with stories. Her mom was a fabulous cook who threw large dinner parties I well remember that I’ll never upstage, even with Peking Duck as our main course. (Don’t ask why. It just happened that way.)
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“The walls here are like a daily newspaper, trying to make us get off the couch and roam the streets demanding all that is written on the walls.” — Níkos Tρavvós