Playground to the World

Cyclone Rollercoaster Wonder Wheel Siren Music Festival – Broken Social Scene

Summer in the City

Broadway, looking south from 106th.

Two More

Put up two more short stories. Both are vaguely sci-fi and feature solar panels. Figures, given the soul-searing heat of the last week. Uploaded [http://daydalus.net/writing/2008/Uploaded.php] – The old man sat and watched the day wane. He knew he was dying. He could barely climb the

Blue Gods

She watched the dying boar. She settled into the shadowed crook of the hill where the brook ran through the deep roots of the hemlocks. The light dappled through the needles, splotches on her visor. The stone spear vibrated, perpendicular to the slope of the blood smeared dirt, straight through

The Evening Redness

When I finished the Road I knew I’d read something amazing. This was a writer who tapped into something beyond the popular trends in literature, the name-dropping and cultural rhetoric. This was a story outside of time, prose so honed and pure it hit on something primeval. Back before