The Geecologist

A House For Mr Biswas

A House For Mr Biswas

Jun 29, 2019 | Fiction | 0 comments

Every night he bolted himself in his room. As soon as he was still he felt the stillness around him and he had to make movements to destroy the stillness, to challenge the alertness of the room and the objects in it. He was rocking hard on the creaking board one night...
Fup

Fup

May 19, 2010 | Fiction | 0 comments

The differences in temperament carried over into style. Tiny enjoyed the open, linear purity of checkers. Grandaddy favored games with hole cards, where your strength was in your secrets and you flew into the eye of chaos riding your ghost. Tiny started work at dawn....
Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby

Jan 5, 2009 | Fiction | 0 comments

“Guns shooting at loaves of bread.” “Coyotes stumbling down an empty freeway. Eyes are milky.” “There’s too much sun. The sun shines whenever and wherever it likes. Night is old fashioned.” “Where is the correct...