Let us begin, again.

It is 1945, and 1961, and 1968, and 2024, and 2045, and today, and tomorrow, and forever.

A letter in Fae, transcribed and annotated.

To writers, it is a question of mechanisms.

I wonder what it feels like when you shed your fruit.

Or, "Who looks through what eyes?"

A horror magazine's editor receives a strange submission.

Do you want to know how magic really works?

A horror story about labor, humanity, and AI.

Another short collection, and a digression about community.

An adventure in timekeeping and JavaScript.

Regarding the Witch Clock's second edition.

A Terra Augustus Utopia Performance

He has nowhere to run. A decolonial meditation.

I was scared too, but I need you to understand: we won.

...Crawling Through the Skull of the Last Capitalist, Rotting Beneath the Earth

A transformative paradigm for distributed systems programming.

Ours is a sorcerous craft. We can do it justice.

An essay about a Deep Space Nine episode and the ability of fiction to combat oppression.