• Weekly Writing – December 13 2025

    All it took, all it had ever taken, was one small thing. One crack, one spark, one note off key in the choruses the world had been repeating since long, long before any of them had been born. Their world… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – December 6 2025

    The bay glittered ahead, glimpses through the stone-and-glass canyon of streets mazing their way towards it. One slim shard of the sea cutting inwards from the coast, while the rest of it stretched implacable, unaccountable, a cracked and rippling mirror… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – November 29 2025

    Of course the arguments for life didn’t end at the compound’s walls. It had collected the people who wanted to be closest to a sure, abundant source of food and were willing to live by the rules someone else had… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – November 22 2025

    Fior had seen her first corpse when she had still been twelve for the first time. When she had still been counting days, that one single day, over and over, carefully enough to be sure of it. It hadn’t looked… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – November 15 2025

    Dawn had been something going not quite right behind the mountains, a hum of tuneless amber and violet warping like sheet metal. The voices carried in that static had been too faint and distant for radios to catch them as… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – November 8 2025

    She had spent the last three days stripping skin from herself in long white swathes, piling them in the corner of her kitchen while the nagging red number on the answering machine climbed higher and higher. I’m sick, she had… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – November 1 2025

    Dawn was already diluting the night through the concourse’s broad eastern windows. Stirring black to an uncertain sepia above, liminal shades that shimmered just outside of daylight’s names. The clouds were working busily to separate them, sieving gold from blue,… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – October 25 2025

    If only there had been room for more than twelve hours on that clock. If its yellowing analog face had held more than half a day, if he could have twisted its hands back to midnight instead of noon, if… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – October 18 2025

    “I think it’s something we all have to confront sooner or later,” Eve said. “The question of whether we’ve wasted too much of our time. I’ve spent nearly two decades accommodating their wishes. Growing their crops, letting them decide how… Continue reading

  • Weekly Writing – October 11 2025

    Looking from the painting, sunlight reclining across a rumpled bed of foothills, to Eve on her couch felt like turning from one piece of art to another, two of a set. From sunlight to golden hair tangled with flowering vines,… Continue reading