Chicago is semi-porous: even now you can traverse the layers and see the bones where the roads hit the water.

Telekinesis may rattle the flatware, electricity washes your dishes.

Ghosts, Zombies and Facebook. OMG.

Guiteau prayed and God showed him the way: ungrateful Garfield had to die.

Alone in a strange city, I was obsessively checking twitter…

Sharing more by engaging less.

This post is the first in a three part mini-series on digital…

Sweeten your coffee a little more My banjo tune, and nothing else….

In late 2001, Soft Cell’s Marc Almond appeared with Rosenstolz on Eurovision…

In naming the mechanical conveyances that carry us under our cities, I…

I have a recurring dream in which a house that I have…

A Letter (of Sorts) to my Readers (such as they may Be):…

Meet our new Artist in Residence!

Edrie’s Adventures in Wonderland

Gather ’round the ViktaGraph and have a listen

An epic poem slowly revealed to the world in motion-picture form

No digital, no problem.

The Apocalypse Will Be Televised

Cut off those chains that hold you prisoner to the world of attachment – Rumi

And if we’ve done it right, it still feels like magic

jojo the Burlesque Poetess “Rock out With her Frock out”

FCINO + Sheeple = Dark Side of the Rainbow, O Fortuna style

I was locked inside this box naked, and nearly blind and deaf

Courtney Love makes Twit­ter worth it, and vice versa.