Welcome back, Fiends! If you look to the left, you’ll see that we are once more approaching the Liminal Waystation to refuel and collect ourselves for a moment in this space between worlds. It’s a little busier than usual today, isn’t it? What? Yes, this is the engineer of Train 42… What’s that, you say? There’s been a wreck? I didn’t think that was possible… Understood. Over and out. Source ..read more

The Olds rolled into the empty grocery store parking lot, followed by a light contrail of smoke. Ida knew the Oldsmobile wasn’t running right. She’d have to take it back into the shop, but no matter how many times she brought it to those robotic technicians, they couldn’t get the old girl running like the old days. But then again, Ida thought, they were stupid machines, like every other. Source ..read more

Always solve et coagula, particle and wave opposite, observed, outlying subatomic tricksters turning tricks for the pleasure in disorder Big bang, loudest whimpers, spagyria for nothingness – an infernal dust mote jettisons aril-like – craving flesh evolves far enough Casting purse-seine nebulae resurrectionists hunch over crucibles burners spark, go dark, cry out in clattering tongues of dropped... Source ..read more

Crime Scene by Cynthia Pelayo (Raw Dog Screaming Press, 2022) is an epic poem skillfully told through crime reports, taking us through the stages of grief from finding a body, many bodies, and solving human brutality. From Report No. 0009: “there will be a circus of useless people / Yellow tape and flashing lights / A perfect task for Sunday afternoon, find her, / Look at her... Source ..read more

By R. Leigh Hennig As a propaganda tactic, fear, uncertainty, and doubt—FUD—has a long and storied history. If it were a currency you could trade, media and politicians would be even more fabulously wealthy than they already are. As a means to turn our atavistic fear of the unknown and our groupthink against us, cynics have good reason to create and disseminate FUD: it works. As the old saw goes... Source ..read more

At some point we departed. We’ve been arriving since then but have not arrived – not quite yet. As the engine shuts off, we at last celebrate a thereness in the new quiet, knowing as we do that this is not the final destination so much as a stop along the way. That’s ok. Things are always in motion, even when we’re sitting around waiting for the train to be refueled. That sits less comfortably in... Source ..read more

The braking is sudden as we enter the Liminal Waystation. As you are thrust slightly forward, your head connects with the seatback in front of you. You are jostled after long hours of stillness. It hurts. Or does it feel kind of good? It’s so hard to tell sometimes. It’s time to explore the space Between Pleasure and Pain The word pleasure has a fairly straightforward etymology. It simply means to... Source ..read more

As the sun dips below the horizon, a splash of light still lingers, coloring the western skies. It drains slowly and the inky dark of night rushes in to fill the void. But what lies between the day and the coming night or the night and the day that always arrives like First Shift to relieve it? Our train is little more than a silhouette, but it’s here just the same. And it stops now to refuel at... Source ..read more

Chugga-chugga-choo-CHOO! Don’t be alarmed. That was the engaging of the brakes because we’re making a little stop at the Liminal Waystation. It’s that strange and murky in-between place where you can’t quite see past the fog and it’s impossible to tell the time. It’s a good place for catching your breath and seeing things in a slightly new light even when you can’t see them at all. Source ..read more

Our journey is without end, but our capacity for engaging with it fully is finite. Rest is essential for our continued progress as beings of light and truth, shadows and fantasy. Welcome back to the Liminal Waystation, where we invite you to get comfortable being uncomfortable and to do so in utter luxury. This is the In-Between and anything goes. It’s time for a timely discussion of the space... Source ..read more