The Mere Tide P75

Just before eleven o clock the city klaxons came alive and the girls looked up from their toys out the window and saw like a spill of oil a shimmering membrane enclose the city. The shields. Bells were ringing in the streets and even from behind the glass they could palpate the fear. Scared city.… Continue reading The Mere Tide P75


The Mere Tide P74

The folders fell atop another. Lieutenant General Igor Tsiolkovsky, Colonel Illya Obolenski, Lieutenant General Mikhail Bagration, Major General Dasha Voskoboynilkov, Minister of Defense Colonel General Davor Yevdokimov, Minister of Emergency Response Milenko Yalizarev. Assorted others critically wounded. Predrag Dementyev is next in line to the presidency. An emptier room now. The televisions removed from the… Continue reading The Mere Tide P74

New Short Story Release: Yandivagos

Howdy terns and plovers I'm happy to report that the unannounced hiatus of the last two months has come to an end and that like the apparently dormant cocoon of winter that yields the butterfly in spring this hiatus has not gone to waste. Thus I am proud to announce Yandivagos now available on Amazon.… Continue reading New Short Story Release: Yandivagos

The Mere Tide P71

Several blocks on to Frankel's CornerShot that observed the intersection with two bulging and meropic billiards balls slotted over the canopy. The pilot turned onto Sumac to the child's distress who told her not to venture that undiscovered way and the pilot backglancing able to see the sliver of the distant embassy asked if it… Continue reading The Mere Tide P71

The Mere Tide P70

The pilot black robed from the waist down, the child primsie in a flower dress, arrived in the great smoky hall to find the table already commenced. A euphonic uproar died as though vacuumed back into the throats of these seated distichous revelers. In sync they turned and on their knees bowed, their elbows palmed,… Continue reading The Mere Tide P70

The Mere Tide P69

Barely functioning jitney pulled up before the gate of the Aiegietti, the aienee embassy. Its doors opened and Dachni watched the pilot emerge like an enormous robed spider and she followed like another. The pilot was reaching for her wallet but the shalkii garrisoning the guardshack one produced his own card and another ran ahead… Continue reading The Mere Tide P69