D. A. AndersonCernunnos’ DeathMy torc is chilled by snow nestled in the dirt, the rot, a home for worms. Steam in my nostrils carries the stench of sulfur. Noon sunlight…Jul 16, 2022Jul 16, 2022
D. A. AndersonTuesdayWhile keyboard keys dusty and grimed from lackluster cleaning patter over the taste of honeyed coffee and the brown-noise drone of the…Nov 10, 2021Nov 10, 2021
D. A. AndersonHumans As MollusksHumans evolved as planes animals: long-distance joggers surveying a distant horizon for prey, predators, their own kin — anything at all…Jul 26, 2021Jul 26, 2021
D. A. AndersonThe Girl from the ValleyWhen I was a young girl herding goats, I’d watch them climb up the cliffs. Always careful to listen to their bells tolling a dull din…Jun 24, 2021Jun 24, 2021
D. A. AndersonNaglfarI was sure that I was fashioning something for an eternal, heavenly cruise—but what’s beautiful to the divine is hardly normal for a…May 5, 2021May 5, 2021
D. A. AndersonSeeing RitualIn a distant time and place, an elder seer guides a young woman through a sacred rite.Mar 25, 2021Mar 25, 2021
D. A. AndersonCity of LetheThe city of Lethe is a city with a thousand torches. It is surrounded by a wall whose appearance is like the architecture of the Nabateans…Mar 16, 2021Mar 16, 2021
D. A. AndersonMuseum of SilenceWhen you enter, there is a lobby, but no one is there. You take a card to note your admission, but it is blank.Mar 1, 2021Mar 1, 2021
D. A. AndersonConjunctionOn a rare stellar occasion, two gods, a father and a son, discuss the merits and flaws of the human race.Dec 29, 2020Dec 29, 2020