Essays
Pilgrimage to Villa Diodati
We took Quai Gustave-Ador out of Geneva proper, walking along Lake Leman until the winter tourist crowds subsided. I insisted on walking, despite the cold which had migrated to my lungs. I knew it wouldn’t be the same by bus. If I didn’t walk, it wouldn’t feel to me like I’d really arrived at VillaContinue reading “Pilgrimage to Villa Diodati”
Pacific Northwest Gothic: A Template
We start with fear and end with the fantasy. First, there is a corpse on a riverbank. Later, she dances on a stage with red velvet curtains. The North decays just as well as the South, but in deceptive ways. You won’t smell the body rot coming from the forest over the scent ofContinue reading “Pacific Northwest Gothic: A Template”
Demon Lover: Part One
It takes a certain type of carelessness to talk to a demon. Elise had that in spades.
