I Am Francis – Reed Rvenrick

Yes, I’m Francis wandering spring fields and blossoming orange groves—not Italy this time ‘round the existential merry- go-round, but reincarnated, as some say, here on a peninsula of similar shape, if smaller size, but still reminding of the sun-lit miracle beheld in this life of sub-tropical light and trees and Saint Augustine’s grass, and even the trick of how my …

Personality Emporium – Andrew Rucker Jones

Seventeen followers, Len reminded himself. That’s why he was here. Seventeen followers, which led to a bottom-left-corner feed at the online party for twenty-somethings last night. He had been little more than a cluster of pixels—not enough for anyone to recognize him or find him interesting, even if he had stood on his head and worn moose antlers on his …