The man wished to float, so he danced. He watched birds. He treaded the halls like a doe in season, toe-first and gingerly, gingerly, but the floorboards betrayed him with a Winchester crack, so he dieted: strawberries and cotton balls, the diet of sprites. He began to feel light, golden, like corn that shucks itself, but it wasn’t enough to remain substantial. He wanted to render physical living—sound, friction, solidity—a thing of the Stone Age. He stopped eating, prayed for ribs, and watched his skin tighten to ice. It sparkled.  He was freeing the parts that no longer served, the ills ..read more

When I was eight years old I found under the house a ghost who came when I called her, to stand at my feet on the porch. I took her weightless form up in my arms and placed her on my shoulder. I named her Midnight after my cat. They were the same pure black.  That year, in second grade, Midnight came with me to school. Cafeteria chit-chat, cartoon theme music, the girl I liked from far away. On the shoulder of the road, under the dappled shade of oaks, in the cow field by the railroad tracks, we met and named a dozen friends a day—insects, dogs and cats, dragons and fairies. Midnight was ..read more

They blink, for some reason they blink, these cameras with their red glaring eyes staring at you,  watching every of your moves, your steps, your breath, there’s no escape from this eternal warden, except for those few precious seconds when they for some reason, blink. These cameras swarm the city, making their nest in every corner of the city, drowning the city in their red glow and when they blink, the city breathes; all its colorful neon light shine with every color but red, it sings, it dances, it lives, then a second passed, the cameras opened their eyes, drowning the city in re ..read more

The scent of the rain has been the solemn blanket to my senses for too many years. It began when I was only a young boy in the village of Rukyo. I remember laying on my mothers lap, looking out at our garden where my father was pruning the tomato tree. Her cotton robe was warm, and as she gently brushed my hair I turned to look up at her. She was not looking down at me, but was watching her husband, my father, go about his duty. She had this look in her eyes, this vague, blank, stare. Yet it was not demeaning or sad, it was the look of bored contentment. As she looked out at her husband, the f ..read more

With precarious balance, outstretched from the peak of Mount Storm, I reached for the treasure of Gold Beach. Below, echoed the Serpent Sea, a chorus of tangled undulation and snapping jaws. Before me, the Sand Queen pondered her kingdom, unaware of my presence, oblivious of my approaching victory. But the mountain shifted beneath my weight, and I lost my balance. I was five years old, playing in the living room while my mother prepared lunch in the kitchen and my father was at work. As I fell from the top of the armchair, my world of magic and adventure was shattered by adrenal panic. My fing ..read more

The emerging digital technologies have created a feeling of uneasiness in some people. They see a crisis. Others see an opportunity. Still others see a combination, what has been referred to as “a crisitunity”. But we go one step further. We see “a Christitunity”. Now that the NFT trend has started to wind down, the Church of Perpetual Innovation will be leaving the profit making aspect of it behind to capitalize on the individual converting potential of it. For those who are curious about Jesus, you will have the opportunity to work with our digital artisans to craft your own, totally unique ..read more

Tony chucked in a coin. Penny after penny, day after day. No reward except clanking metal from the bandit. He walked away with no bus fare. At least it the sun still smiled. He watched a boy secure himself in a phoney plane. It began a laborious ascent up the rusty ramp. The flight halted short of the prize line. The gears cranked and the pilot returned. He looked at the golden chocolate rabbit and asked his Mum if they could return tomorrow.  “No, it’s a con, Mark. Never mind, Mummy will buy you chocolate later.” Tears formed, no protest came. Mother and daughter disappeared. “What’s you ..read more