The Storialist

Filter We were built with eyes and brains, given senses to filter the glut of experience pouring into us, its bright bulk. Filters and funne...

Remarks Under our gaze, signs flip, Japanese to English. Billboards break and turn, vertical blinds spun by some inner motor. The pockmarked...

It is in the Knife It is in the knife to split substance. It is in the knife to seize the magnet. The paradox: saw the bread in half, now th...

Ceyx to Halycon A bright pitchfork of lightning plunged into the deck. I was not prepared for the impact, the violence of the storm clawing ...

Under the Weather Rained on or snowed in, the self backed into a corner by illness, fatigue. Unbidden, dominant, sickness does creep in like...