For there be divers sorts of death -- some wherein the body remaineth; and in some it vanisheth quite away with the spirit. This commonly occurreth only in solitude (such is God's will) and, none seeing the end, we say the man is lost, or gone on a long journey -- which indeed he hath;… Continue reading An Inhabitant Of Carcosa (1886)
Continued from §.02 Haru and Ayumu left the unconscious Daichi to his pergola and Kumiko to the wood and made way to the south, down the lower mountain region which swiftly flattened and let out into a hilly expanse where the forest grew more thickly and mist was heavy in the air. Insects swarmed thick and… Continue reading Beyond The Nightingale Floor (§.03)
"Barton masterminded the deal. He knew a lot about the oyster business. But that was all he knew." — The Oyster Pirates, Adam, March, 1973, Vol. 54, No. 4 In shuffling through old archives I recently stumbled across Adam Magazine, a curious mixture of erotica, corny comedy sketches and pulp fiction. The stories were of… Continue reading C. H. Christie’s The Oyster Pirates (1973) | A Review
§.14 "I thought that... maybe I could come over." "You can't come to the house." "Why not?" "Because Rich kicked me out." "What? Why?" "It doesn't matter, he's made up his mind. Its good to hear from you, Bluebird," he replied flatly, unsure if he even believed his own words. "Wait, what happened? Are you… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 14
By Iliana Vargas (translated by Toshiya Kamei) § A seahorse poked his bluish snout out of the window. She asked him if the icy air tasted like plankton and foam. He soaked his antennae in the coffee she was drinking and drew a cloud of jellyfish on the table. Electricity in the eyes, she said.… Continue reading Oniria
For as long as he could remember, Jerome Buckle wanted to be a king. "One day," he told the moon, "I will be a king and I will promote you to the rank of sun." He read every book about the dark and middle ages he could get his youthful hands on, supplied by his… Continue reading Do They Play Chess In Heaven?
Villavic sat upon a large flat stone before the crackling fire, his lean body hunched, chin upon his entwined and roughened fingers, knuckles rough as sand. The rock-sitter's tatterdemalion companions told him their tales; of their lives and loves and losses and how they were swept into the scouring-purge for mechanical heresy. After they had… Continue reading Todesregel Isle (Part V)