The Machine in the Ghost


“It was only after we learned to tell stories that the concept of ‘true’ and ‘false’ were invented, setting the stage for authors, poets and other tellers of tall tales.” – Kenneth O’Sirus


Lightmares: The unpleasant realities that face us when we are awake.


Love is the ability to look into another, as through the eyes of God, to see beneath the roughness of their exterior, into the core of who they might be – their capabilities, not their achievements.


“Our stories are not the same, memories differ and hopes diverge, and so the most we can do is enjoy those times when our stories move, briefly or not, hand in hand.” – Kenneth O’Sirus


We are here, in the World, to create meaning on the canvas of our lives, dolloping on globs of metaphor with the pallet knife of our words, our stories.


I have been experimenting with something I call nano-fiction – a complete short story told in one sentence. This is an example.

The phone rang but he did not answer because he had fallen – flowed really – from the chair before ending on the floor, a quivering mass of protoplasmic goo patiently waiting for your call.

© B. W. Reed (Friday, November 13th, 2009)


I have been experimenting with something I call nano-fiction – a complete short story told in one sentence. This is an example.

Awakening, setting his feet firmly on the stability of the concrete floor, he sets about his daily chore of scouring and polishing away the cutting edges and stabbing points, all that was left behind of his troubled dreams; as always, he will finish that night, exhausted, just in time to dream again.

© B. W. Reed (December 30th, 2009)


I grow weary of all this talk about the end of the world – as we have or haven’t known it – and just wished that it would hurry up, end, and then we can get on with our lives.


Meeting My Inner Demon

Meeting My Inner Demon