Scattered interests, bad ideas, and rocket-powered hamartia.

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Vaguely Anonymous

Currently every blog post on here is between 8-15 years old. New work coming soon.

Armchair Analysis

I have a passion for semi-serious lit analysis of genre fiction. You’ll find a lot of that, here.

Fiction

I like writing fiction. Weird, slipstream, magical realism, speculative fiction in general.

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Commentary, editorial, and everything else.

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  • Man Plans, Daphne Waits

    Man Plans, Daphne Waits

    ARCHIVE: Originally published June, 2017. The Colossus, all one hundred feet of iron, bronze, and stone, on its fifty-foot white marble pedestal, glared at the horizon. It was both a welcome and a warning to any coming ships. Daphne, tucked under its loincloth like a testicular tumor, was face down, suspended from the harness her…

  • Existential Terror of an Enemy

    Existential Terror of an Enemy

    ARCHIVE: Originally published June 2017 “Total victory against humanity is impossible.”“That’s absurd.”“We can kill them, but we won’t win, not completely.”“What do you mean?”“Their psychology makes them unbeatable, as far as we define it. Nothing we can do to them results in true domination.”“How do you figure?”“They have this adoration of a narrative structure of…

  • Command the Survival

    Command the Survival

    ARCHIVE: Originally published March 2016 Drink the water. Eat the food. Keep running. Watch the rocks. Mind that sand. Run that hill. Ford that creek. Mind those bears. Crouch beneath the bushes. Run across the log. Do it now. Run faster. Run faster! Duck behind the rocks. Count your blessings. Drink the water from the…

  • Annex the Dead

    Annex the Dead

    ARCHIVE: Originally published in April 2017 The man’s back shouted “Annex the dead!” with white paint on black leather, the lines of each letter two fingers wide. It sat like a dread warning of a bad idea taken to the point of rabid dedication where nobody would know what to do when they got there…