Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

I open my eyes to find myself on horseback. A black steed with loose hair, it was waiting for me to decide if I was going to remain on the ridge or not. Night was approaching. I was out alone. Better head back. I had gone hunting with bow and arrow, and had three light…

I have enough fragments to write the plot. But what fragments I have are not for public consumption. I feel a drive to fly some flags in the park. But what is written on them I will not explain. My neck is raw from where the lock rubbed against it. But I am too weak…

“Baba? Are you okay?” The little hand on my knee brought me back to them. I held the weaving in my hands still, the unfinished netting held securely in my gnarled hands. “Baba?”

An atheist and a hard polytheist were having an argument. It started out with the atheist congratulating me for not having religious beliefs. He made this conclusion because I wore no religious symbols. I asked him to define “religion” and he started tearing into me for being a stupid cunt. He never did define religion.…