Said the professor — I am in a vortex, a maelstrom, below the eye’s surface, standing on the abyssal plain, the fundament of all that is....

In the Beginning Was Strange to think I am the universe and everything in it too. I call out. No voice returns other than my echo. So...

What is amazing is not that my corpse was contracted and compressed into the earth’s dark matter (while my grave went unmarked and...

Discourse in the Garden An olive grove. Night. The sound of approaching footsteps. SOCRATES: ‘Swounds! A dark day for strong flowers and...

By Richard Carl Mather   In the heat of a celluloid American night, Doctor Franklin Ahab — host to a crowd of forty souls — walks in a...