short stories

Across the Llano

Within hours, Domingo called family, gathered neighbors, and commenced a search of the surrounding area. Across the llano, dry air carries the laughs of the wicked…

FRAGMENTS VOL. 3

“Zozobra” is the state in which we are not sure, if at any moment, catastrophe will overwhelm us or if we will be secure in the safety of asylum....” - Emilio Uranga, Analysis of Mexican Being

dolus

The open air before me was now the corridor of a many-folded house. The street lamps burning a cool, sick blue, the white efflorescence tracing red townhouse brick, the distant skyglow rising neon piss-green—

ALIEN RUINS

Step by step I penetrate the walls of an invisible labyrinth, hands dry and cracked, by instinct always turning left, far from the comforting shade of the red-cedars and live oaks, the weeping willows and crooked black locust trees...

THE ANIMUR: SLOAN 1

An alien melody lamented in a familiar tongue, annotated, 3/4 time, a waltz? in three-dimensional space, light cobalt, that apocalyptic shade of violet, like plucked crocus....

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FRAGMENTS VOL. 3

dolus

ALIEN RUINS

THE ANIMUR: SLOAN 1