This Feral Soul

Time captives could be all the memories a head can hold. Every old man is a boy dressed in old man leather. Leather shows the times gone by, the extended hours in the sun, jokes told to wrinkle around the eyes, and sorrows borne to wrinkle around the brow. If he’s been anywhere, he remembers …

Who Do You Trust?

This is my “I don’t believe you” look. They’re everywhere. Ads that catch your attention and try to draw you in to visit a web site so they can sell you more things. The initial sensationalism is meant to upset your belief system or your sense of security enough to have you searching for answers. …

Free Short Fiction: The Gibson Diet

Eighteen days was how long she claimed to have been on the Gibson Diet. It wasn’t bulimia. It wasn’t the Keto, or the Caveman, or the Mediterranean. She wasn’t crash-coursing on newly discovered vegetables from Bolivia either. It was the Gibson Diet. The point was to mainline digital nutrients right into the back of your …

Defense

Filter for your thoughts? Filter for your mouth? More important than a filter for your effluence is a wall in your brain. You need defense from the influence. You need something like a magnificent castle wall: something to help you be able to keep the fool ideas out. It’s tough. There are so many, and …