Preface
Short stories. Poems expanded. Novels reduced. Succinct structures that spare the author’s blitheful blathering (if we’re lucky). Perfectly sized literary vessels for this hectic, not-much-time-to-spare modern world. Pardon me, my cell phone just beeped.
Yes, I love the 1500-meter race. I mean, the 1500-word pace. It’s a nice distance. A nice section of the stream.
I really enjoy composing them so that every word fits just right. An economy of tale. Ok, maybe there are a few misshapen clunkers. And, maybe I leave out just one piece of the puzzle and claim that the forever-staring-at-me dog ate it. I just know that you will find it … and place it into your own teeming morpheme tapestry.
These 48 tales were posted offline and online, independent of each other. Thus, some characters are explained in brackets and parentheses ad nauseam (e.g., Parkaar, my ailing alias). So sorry about that.
The history of the mystery. After writing a series of short stories under the still-obscure psecret psociety flag from 2010 through 2015, I decided to round up these little literations [sic] and assemble them chronologically into one Old English sheaf.
I hope you enjoy them, and I surreally hope they spark some dormant neurons in your bean. If so, I’ll consider it a successful mission with an anonymous accomplice of the highest order (you). Well, one never knows; but, two …