Language of the Chaldeans (Prologue)

The memory itself taking on the strange contours of a dream— A bright shadowy November afternoon in Columbus Circle. Heading underground for the trains, I am arrested by the impulse to call—my mother? Out with the cell phone, click on address book, scan personal directory till the heading “Mom” creeps up… press “SEND”…

George,

Excerpt from Machine Fragments (http://thememorexe/machine) ‘George,’: a brief glimmer of machine sentience. written + directed by Onome Ekeh performed by David Briggswith Olivia Simonds (background vocals)music: nuages gris by franz lizst Excerpted from ‘Machine Fragments‘Commissioned by New Radio and Performing Arts (aka Ether Ore) for their Turbulence.org website ...

The NightWatch’s Plight

The Ogboni Society was formed centuries before the European explorers came in contact with Diamankor. Speculatively the institution was established in the mid 9th century. This was the era of the Aiwughobasinins, the Mountain Lords who ruled the island at the time. The Ogboni Society emerged from a system of checks and balances to safeguard against any one ruler gaining too much power. In ...

THE MEMOREXE

“The world as we see it is passing…” Ines 12:45 p.m., Tuesday Ines sits on her desk, lavishly sexy, trying to seduce me into writing this article. There is really no point to this— I’m grateful enough to have made it past the reception at Quasar, I need the work badly. Ines and I had been classmates through college, when the real world happened, she catapulted into magazine ...

On Luxury

Mayasura, famed demon architect dispenses advice to the inquiring designer: Luxury is something cultivated internally, user experience is of utmost priority imagine design as a sense envelope

Dark Shadow

Vespertines spire into dark street jungle vine this is not the ground I stand on: Lord Shadow haunts the vicinity Sorry to unnerve you I wasn’t unnerved just startled not expecting you— Alas, no one does or wants to. Broad misconceptions I’d like to change, What can I do for you? I was hoping you’d ask. I’m in the market for a little ‘spin’: For starters, it ...

Jack Frost

a wildcard haunting back doors of glitter instance, sybarite exit (and what passes for excitement these days...)

Mist / Myth

Fascinated by Eve, they pursue her. She laughs at their witlessness... and blindness. Within reach of their clutches, she morphs into a tree— Then throws mist into their eyes...

Company Girl

“It’s funny, you get to some floors and its just women—” “Only women?” “You know the kind leftover from the Eighties—” “I used to wonder what happened to all those coke-head powerbabes. Do they still wear shoulder pads?” “They wear all kinds of weird shit. The kinder gentler power suits y’know? Then on some floors, it’s all white male executives with Black female associates— they’re not ...

Brightness Falls Part I: Downward, Jasper

Dramatis Personae Jasper, An Angel of Prophecy Lucifer, An Angel of Light Milo, An Angel of Correspondences Two Witnesses   The lights come up slowly to reveal a spare but elegant bachelor’s apartment. It has a ‘between the wars’ veneer to it. On the left a simply outfitted kitchenette with a table and a small transistor radio; in the center, a modest sofa, a modernist print, a rug, a ...
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