The Castle Obermeyer (Work in Progress for #PandemicArt)

The following is a story being serialized daily on Facebook as part of the #PandemicArt project: The first mystery anyone observed about the Castle Obermeyer was the idiosyncratic absence walls in places one might expect walls to be, between two differently-decorated bedrooms, for example, no barrier but a thick velvet curtain. The purple wallpaper ofContinue reading “The Castle Obermeyer (Work in Progress for #PandemicArt)”

Human Particles (Work in Progress for #PandemicArt)

The following is an ongoing piece of fiction serialized daily on Facebook as part of the #PandemicArt project: Prudence Obermeyer noticed her first tiny human being inside a salt shaker, barely bigger than the grain of salt. She was only a few seconds before pouring this tiny person into boiling pasta water when she sawContinue reading “Human Particles (Work in Progress for #PandemicArt)”

Some collage projects for #PandemicArt (still in progress)

To channel the anxieties of the Coronavirus quarantine into art projects for multiple artists in multiple genres, Rhian Swain initiated the #PandemicArt project to challenge  artists in Augusta, Georgia, and across the country to embody the feelings of this idiosyncratic semi-apocalypse. I’ve been working on standard two-dimensional collages in my usual style (torn magazine scrapsContinue reading “Some collage projects for #PandemicArt (still in progress)”

Out the Window

“He was smart. He was wise. He’d profoundly philosophize empathy for all humanity. Till one day by an open window, there’s a note that read, ‘I’ve gone out the window, I’m dead.’ He said yes to life for all his life, but then one day he said, ‘No, I gotta go.’” —The Violent Femmes OnContinue reading “Out the Window”

Operating on a Higher Plane: The Appeal of Dr. Strange

The entrance of Dr. Strange into the Marvel Cinematic Universe gives Marvel the opportunity to explore on screen a type of character they’ve left so far underexplored. I don’t mean that he’s magic. I mean that he’s an asshole. But that’s what you love about him. Like all other great Benedict Cumberbatch characters, he justContinue reading “Operating on a Higher Plane: The Appeal of Dr. Strange”

Ziggy Zig-zags the Light and Dark Fantastic, vol. 1 (review)

In Ziggy Zig-zags the Light and Dark Fantastic, Vol. 1, written by Ron Baxley, Jr., and illustrated by Vincent Myrand, a Welsh Corgi named Ziggy bravely navigates multiple familiar fantasy worlds (Neverland, Oz, and Wonderland), and Baxley likewise bravely and expertly navigates multiple conflicting narrative rule systems to create a prime example of the inevitableContinue reading “Ziggy Zig-zags the Light and Dark Fantastic, vol. 1 (review)”

Four Chord Fiction: A Better Understanding of the Genre Born from Workshop Clichés

I finally came up with handy name and metaphor for the genre of fiction MFA programs and creative writing workshops seem to produce: Four Chord Fiction. You see, it’s like formulaic pop music where the musician plugs in a few unique elements into a set structure and out of the other end of the machineContinue reading “Four Chord Fiction: A Better Understanding of the Genre Born from Workshop Clichés”

You’re Not That Special

For the 2100, June 27th, 2014 Secret Hero, soon before realizing she was one of 2100 of the same human, posted a sign that said, “Needed by the Needy” in front of her DJ booth. “Needed by the Needy” was the title of her mix tape, and the excuse would be advertising this mix tape,Continue reading “You’re Not That Special”

Erzsebet Foldi

For the 2100, June 27th, 2013 Secret Hero discovered at a young age she could make her little lavender plastic record player play just by wanting it enough. “Everything is nothing if you got no one,” she heard it play and then it stopped. Secret Hero was frightened when this happened the first time. SheContinue reading “Erzsebet Foldi”

The Good Thing

Brian got the hero bonus at his station in a slow year for fire danger and bought his soon-to-be fiancée a unicorn. Joanna Levesque had told him long elaborate stories of her own father’s abandonment (“he used to come home bloody knuckled, but I never knew what he did for a living, but he tookContinue reading “The Good Thing”