Interdimensional Losers
On Sunday he comes to your door with a dead bat and marigolds in an old violin case. You groan inwardly (hasn’t he found a place
A Bit of Neural Interference in the Collective Unconsciousness
On a windy autumn night of my childhood, I dreamed that a tall young man opened a door in a tree for me. A dim blue
Loyal Friends and Light Portals
At midday, Becky races through the tree-lined streets, pack swinging and bubblegum snapping. She’s vowed to arrive on
The Tulpa
I spent 1917 in a series of anonymous seaside cottages, bunking with proper socialites so that I might press
The Parthenogenesis of Mabel the Teenage Komodo Dragon
I have always loved Komodo dragons … from afar. Parthenogensis in Komodo dragons is a real phenomenon.
Poor Mabel.