Reviving Magic in Fiction
Caught in the malaise of a disenchanted world, true magic should matter more than ever to us.
Hands Like Wings, Dancing Upon the Air
It was after his death the stories started getting told.
Walking in the Starry World
how our village is not small / but vast, how we are made of light
Escaping the AI Wasteland
The fact that this AI discourse is so widespread testifies to an increasing inability to define the act of artistic creation.
The Fire Will Come in Waves
When you go down to the sea you’ll understand
what it is to burn and drown
This Morning, She Was Caroline
“Who are you today?” I asked her when I woke, finding eyes of vibrant blue looking into mine.
Our World Between Their Lines
We tore down all the maps, spreading them across every surface. We ran our fingers over the lines, trying in vain to see the absences.
A Cosmonaut’s Prospectus
What is at stake today is not only the conception of what literature should be, but the relevance of literature itself.
Suddenly, I Remember Camelot
I am afraid--so very afraid--that I will never be able to forget Camelot again.
Why We Need Myth
Myths are not untruths. They’re ways to see the truths that remain hidden from our ordinary method of looking at the world.
This Body is a Grave
From the depths of my core to the moons in my sky, I am dead—let me stay like that.