My sermon on the mount

Blessed be those who read to listen and not to judge.

Blessed be those who keep their eyes open not only to look at the form, but to see the context, for they will be the first to hear the new narratives.

The Moon hanging from a Tree, or something (Flash Fiction)

 As I am preparing my rope with reverence, I am wondering what Odin was thinking during the nine days that he was hanging from the tree of life, how he filled his mind with pride of his humbleness.

What a jerk! That is what all gods have in common, I suppose.

For Bot’s Sake (Short Story)

‘Happy 100th birthday sweetie. How do you feel to be joining us in the middle-aged community?’

‘Hey Sis. Thank you...? OK, I guess.’

‘Do you accept guest?’

‘Did you pay your privacy-tax today?’