for Monsieur Camus [The 'G' in Gena's name is a hard 'g' as in 'gate.'] One of the great products of Soviet Civilization--and it was a civilization, be sure of that--and I mean that in all the ways a civilization has good intentions and bad results, as well as good results--yes, one of the great … Continue reading Crocodile Gena [Flash Fiction]

Monologues and Vision I I see you, I dream you, I've dreamed you before, alone, I smell you, forrest of rain at dawn. I could not imagine, imagination was not yet dead . . . where did I hear that before? Yes, I question too much and not enough. What I intend has nothing exactly … Continue reading 6 I Smell You Forest of Rain; or, Six Ways of Looking at Myself (which does not infer that I do see myself or selves) [A Short-short Story]