The Streaming Society, Part 1

What does C.W. Wiley, writing for the American Mind, see in government enforced lockdowns, mass unemployment, stimulus checks and corporate bailouts? An opportunity for people to take responsibility for themselves. Confined to our homes, we can rediscover the ancient or classical economy and fire up our forges and bend metal in our backyards, surrounded by the... Continue Reading →

In These Times

“I offer this prayer to pandemon, our dark god of unbreathing days and unsleeping nights. May they grant us all one more day of precious life in these times in which we stay at home. Achoo.”  Xander Braxton Brayden Henderson-Vasquez stood in his apartment and unwrapped a carbon calorie square. He opened his quantum cooker and... Continue Reading →

Right flight

A crackhead stole my backpack out of my car on the last day I lived in a rundown Indianapolis neighborhood. It was a nice backpack, a gift from my girlfriend’s mom. For two years I lived between two drug dealers, saw junkies lurching on lawns, heard their hoarse throats hollering night and day. Two years... Continue Reading →

Confidence is not Caring

“You’ve never done this before?” “No. No way,” Wilbur said. “No one-night-stands, no flings?” “Nope.” “You’ve used dating apps, right?” “No.” Jake leaned back and ran a hand through his hair. He smiled. “How many women have you been with?” “Just my wife,” "Good thing you got a hold of me. We'll fix that.” Two... Continue Reading →

Blinded By Color

A black guy leans into the bar. He looks like he’s asking for a job. I’m saying he’s black because it’s relevant to the story I’m telling. If I’m in a room with a bunch of white guys I don’t call call them white, but if I’m in a room with white and black guys... Continue Reading →

A Chain of Uneventful Events

The air in the room had died; he turned and opened a window. With his back to her, he said “I just want to write.”  “Can you make enough to live on it?” “I don’t know, maybe.”  He saw himself at his computer on brisk mornings and drowsy afternoons. He looked out the window and... Continue Reading →

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