Jan 5, 2015 | Featured, Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed...
Dec 15, 2014 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
Now you depart, and though your way may lead Through airless forests thick with hagar trees, Through places steeped in heat, stifling and dry, Where breath comes hard, and no fresh breeze can reach – Yet may God place a shield of coolest air Between your body and the...
Oct 7, 2014 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
I stretched myself in the chair and yawned. Then I said, “What happened to conversations? Why don’t people talk anymore, Bob?” He looked at me. “Yes,” he said, as though he had been thinking about the same thing himself. “When I was newly made, back in Cleveland,...
Aug 19, 2014 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
She looked for the more important man to help her, but he wasn’t there. Now she remembered what he’d written. A play about Doukhobors that had caused a big row because the Doukhobors were going to have to be naked. Of course they weren’t real Doukhobors, they were...
Aug 14, 2014 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
Suspension of disbelief is the first step in doing anything hitherto thought impossible. Yes. I keep telling myself that. I’m Istvan Fallok and I believe that I’m going to reconstitute Justine Trimble from the magnetised particles of a videotape. I believe...
Jun 25, 2014 | Geekery, Lies, Truth & Lies |
“For example, when you heard your dad had a seizure, you drove, what, a hundred miles or so, and never once during that drive did you try to glean any information from the InnerCirclers, or from the larger OuterCircle. Do you see that as an opportunity wasted?” “Now I...