There’s always a siren, singing you to shipwreck. Some of us may be more susceptible than others are, but there’s always a siren. It may be with us all our lives, or it may be...

So, here are my windows, stained all with me.

It’s a myth that crazy people don’t know they’re crazy. Many of us are surely as capable of epiphany and introspection as anyone else, maybe more so. I suspect we spend far more time thinking...

And it means snapshots, because that’s what all stories I write come down to; each is a snapshot of who I was during however many days and weeks it was written. A fictional reflection of...

Demons never die quietly, and a week ago the storm was a proper demon, sweeping through the Caribbean after her long ocean crossing from Africa, a category five when she finally came ashore at San...

The divine is always abominable.”Houses Under The Sea

I am a dead woman. Dead and insane.

It is not the task of a writer to ‘tell all,’ or even to decide what to leave in, but to decide what to leave out. Whatever remains, that meager sum of this profane division,...

Hauntings are memes, especially pernicious thought contagions, social contagions that need no viral or bacterial host and are transmitted in a thousand different ways… Too often, people make the mistake of trying to use their...

You know, it’s a sad and unfortunate state of affairs that you have to live in a world where eight-year-olds refuse to believe in anything that they cannot touch or measure, and anyone who happens...

In the end, it’s only a story of having had her words and secrets, her confidences, turned against her by someone she once believed entirely beyond any acts of betrayal. A story of pettiness and...

What makes us brave isn’t lacking the good sence to be afraid; it’s looking back at what we’ve lived through and seeing if we’ve faced it well.

Assassination is almost always unthinkable to moral, thinking men until after a holocaust has come and gone.

You could have kept on driving and never looked back. No one’s ever had to stop for me. Or even hear me. Anyway, you did, and now I’m afraid the time for choice is behind...