by Hecate Kantharsis My first ghost boarded when I was four. I had pneumonia and died twice in one night. For many, many years afterwards, I had a memory that I could not explain. My brain put it in the category marked “Dreams” but somehow that didn’t seem right. Like a patched spot of plaster on the wall where a mouse once chewed through, when the light … [Read more...] about The Ghost Ship.
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We Suffer a Sea-Change, Into Something Rich and Strange
by Hecate KantharsisDawn came, clear grey, smelling of salt and hydrocarbons; we waited almost two more hours before the boat arrived at high tide. And where we waited? It felt like a trailer, but one that had somehow glued itself to Jersey City, a barnacle holding down industry at a dock, surrounded by former warehouses being razed to create Real Estate Opportunities.Then, we … [Read more...] about We Suffer a Sea-Change, Into Something Rich and Strange
Stuff? Things? Possessions? A Tired Rant.
by Hecate Kantharsis Yeah, I'm crabby. And I've been getting crabbier being on here and seeing posts about what comes down to wastefulness. Posts that seem to be looking for more ways to justify having more stuff. So, I'm going to tell you what I've been doing lately. -- Why this is bothering me so much. And, then, maybe, just maybe, instead of hopping on the … [Read more...] about Stuff? Things? Possessions? A Tired Rant.