A poem inspired by this video on Contact Improvisation:  Read →

When the zombies came, we were ready for them. Well, kind of ready. My friends and I were in the SCA, the Society for Creative Anachronism, and we all had broadswords, and Eddie had a crossbow. We took over St. Monadnock’s, the local high school, right away because it had an auto body shop, a wood shop, a metal shop, an industrial scale kitchen, and let’s face it, it was built like a prison, so we could defend it. They’d even been turning the roof into a green space with an organic garden.  Read →

“Gha,” Greeble threw the gizmo against his desk, “what an anachron! No description, no lifecycle, no bill of materials, not even a website. How can I recycle it if I don’t know what’s in it?”  Read →