Electricity is a wonderful thing

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This is one in the Humboldt Vignette series. It may help to read the Introduction framing the series if this is the first vignette you’re reading.

Ever since he was just a collection of nuts, bolts, and o-rings, Claude wanted to be an engine. Of course a Shelby Mustang engine would have been seventh heaven, roaring up and down the hilly routes of 299, spewing out the exhaust of success. Making all those sassy Kias, Yugos, and Hyundais kiss his tailpipe had long been his fondest hope.

It was not to be. Truth told, Claude often wished he could just…


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I’m a ghost. I’m pretty sure you don’t believe me, but that’s cool. I wouldn’t believe me either if I wasn’t me.

How can a ghost tell tales or share stories? How can a ghost communicate with the living? After all, once you die, you’re supposed to go to the other side — whatever that is that people think it is. I know what it is, and that’s why I’m trying to stick around here, with you, for a while. I’m not able to tell you much about the other side. There are some weird strictures that prevent that. Natural…


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Remixing Milton’s and Ovid’s words for a new…


Delusion embodied goth

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This is one in the Humboldt Vignette series. It may help to read the Introduction framing the series if this is the first vignette you’re reading.

“Woe is me,” could have been Apocalyptic Anthony’s motto. Perhaps even simply “Alas.” Instead Anthony, known as Apoc to anyone on the Hill who cared that he even existed, had a new Latin motto every week or so. Learned it from his Idiot’s Guide to Latin. Thought it would intimidate his hillbilly neighbors and impress Goth chicks during his quarterly sojourns to San Francisco. Liked getting sucked off while uttering “Veritas.” …


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Remixing Milton’s and Ovid’s words for a new…


Bringing pleasure at every sip

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This is one in the Humboldt Vignette series. It may help to read the Introduction framing the series if this is the first vignette you’re reading.

Cup was created in 1958 in the hills of North Carolina just outside of Asheville. Specialty clay, created over several hundred thousand years, formed Cup’s body. Nowhere else in the world had that unique composition that she and her family did. Then she was coated with an opalescent green glaze. A radiating blend, she appeared like sword ferns through a dew drop at sunrise. Cup was sure she was high-bred. After all, the last…

Gregory B.

Heterodox lover of books, dogs, words, mezcal, and mythic imagination. I play with language & words to explore experience. Writer, no; attention flea, yes.

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