Category Archives: From A hypnagogic Journal

  Cancer Bird Beth was one of the finest people I’ve ever met. I’m usually at loggerheads with conventional, true believer types, and at first that was the case between us, but eventually she won me over with her sheer … Continue reading →

Dag, it looks like I poked the hornet’s nest again. But nothing gets rid of varmits faster than a little shot of the Hypnagogic Journal! It’s been a long time since Part 4 of Waiting For Heather, but the world … Continue reading →

  S.S. Atlantus As she hangs out on the bench in front of the drugstore after work, looking out at the ocean, eating a Snickers bar, drinking a diet Pepsi and sort of waiting for Tommy to come by, she … Continue reading →

  I’m working on a story about a rumored eco-accident at the research facility of a powerful and secretive multinational corporation. It’s been covered up so expertly that I can only find the faintest evidence that it ever happened in … Continue reading →

I’m asked by a young couple, members of the current smart set, to drop by their flat for drinks. It seems a little odd – I know and like them, but we don’t really socialize. I’m fairly certain they’re not … Continue reading →

In the morning an old woman complains about a strange odor, and in the afternoon a hunter reports foul water in the stream. Looking at the map I determine that both problems seem to originate from the same place – … Continue reading →

Pan   In the middle of the Party’s dark downer din She finds boyfriend Ed In the bedroom with Ungie And hence I find her Crying in the patio night   Come and go with me I say Let’s see … Continue reading →

  Revive   Fearing grave robbers The High Priests moved her body From the Great Pyramid And hid it in a sacred cavern   Three thousand years later We discover her tomb and Load her ornate sarcophagus Onto a raft … Continue reading →

Snowfall After lengthy discussion Pam agrees to come back to my hotel room, but only with the firm stipulation that what happens there is not going to be what usually happens between a man and a woman in a hotel … Continue reading →

It’s the George Romero scenario – all off a sudden there are zombies everywhere. I rack my twelve gauge and head over to Virginia’s house, blowing away the creatures I can’t avoid. On the way it occurs to me that … Continue reading →