The Geecologist

French Exit

French Exit

Jul 11, 2020 | Fiction | 0 comments

Malcolm was yet in his suite. He was speaking to Susan on the phone. “Let’s eat food, for lunch,” she said. “Can’t do that.” “Let’s drink a drink in a bar.” “No.” Recalling certain past behaviors, she deduced he was in the grips of the hotel unwellness. In a patient...
In Patagonia

In Patagonia

May 25, 2019 | Non-Fiction | 0 comments

I left the Rio Negro and went on south to Port Madryn. A hundred and fifty-three Welsh colonists landed here off the brig Mimosa in 1865. They were poor people in search of a New Wales, refugees from cramped coal-mining valleys, from a failed independence movement,...
Real Death

Real Death

Jan 26, 2019 | Lyrics, Toons | 0 comments

I’ve never thought to do this before, but the lyrics to this song were so beautiful, it seemed important to share them. Death is real Someone’s there and then they’re not And it’s not for singing about It’s not for making into art When...
A Century Later

A Century Later

Jan 28, 2017 | Fiction, Poetry | 0 comments

The school-bell is a call to battle, every step to class, a step into the firing-line. Here is the target, fine skin at the temple, cheek still rounded from being fifteen. Surrendered, surrounded, she takes the bullet in the head and walks on. The missile cuts a...
Less Than Zero

Less Than Zero

Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction | 0 comments

One day i saw a boy i had gone to the school with, maybe first grade, standing by the fence, alone, fingers gripping the steel wire and staring off into the distance and i told myself that the guy must live close by or something and that was why he was standing alone,...