Author
K. S. O'Neill
On The Measurement Of Existential Truth
The story has, I fear, been much mangled in translation. But I will try. First, Gepetto was a physicist, not a carpenter. I have noticed that your culture often attributes the job of "carpenter" to visionaries it does not understand. My second point has to do with the nature of…
The Judas Goat
They release a goat, you see. Onto the island. The island is rotten with wild goats. A goat is to a man as a man is to God, is he not? And yet the men could not for all of their efforts track down the wild goats that wandered in that wilderness, so they return to the beach, they…
Submission to The Board of Censors, Department of Official History, Washington DC.
Submitted material: Movie Review The Post (2018) The Post is a fascinating look at a little-known period of US history. Of course, the treasonous actions of the now defunct New York Times during the critical period of the Patriotic War of Vietnamese Freedom have been well…
Submission to The Board of Censors, Department of Official History, Washington DC.
Submitted material: Movie Review The Post (2018) The Post is a fascinating look at a little-known period of US history. Of course, the treasonous actions of the now defunct New York Times during the critical period of the Patriotic War of Vietnamese Freedom have been well…
Turn A Corner, Lose A Life
The first time it happened Josiah was eight. His mother asked him how he crossed the creek coming home; the 6th Street bridge or all the way down at Main? "6th Street," he said. "Usually." "I don't want you going down to Main, now." "I don't." "Well, then, what do you mean with…
Do Not Wake The Sleeping Princess
"Don't do it," he said, squinting at me across the tiny, smoky fire, enjoying lecturing his new squire. "Rule number one. Don't wake 'em up. Bloody nutters they are, every sleeping princess in the world. Poisoning wells, torturing kittens, calling up demons, they're all mad.…
Beacon
There was a survivor. Sarah heard Elena calling from across the wreckage, and saw her daughter's lantern waving in the dark and the driving rain. The sound of the storm's wild surf wafted in from the tip of the Cape a mile away. She went striding, skirts soaked, across the grass…
Upstream
Maddy's working a half-day even though it's Friday. She gives me a smooch and looks sideways at the cameras in the kitchen. "They're off!" I tell her, rolling my eyes a bit. She grins at me and leaves. She's in a good mood; we made bank last night. She doesn't mind cameras in…
Nitpick
Batboy Pregnant! Is the President Actually a Midget? This Summer's Greatest Bikini Mistakes! Ugh. I crumple the paper and toss it onto the pile on the floor. I've been trying to write a poem based on late twentieth-century tabloid headlines, but I can't get the tone. And I have…