Adventures in Secrecy with T Van Santana
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Vita Obscura
and the first mention of the boring tale of Iz
May 5
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Revisiting Confessional Rededication
Remember the Bishop from way back, like, chapter 4? No? Well, that’s fine. Just read this one with me. It’s from book 5, We Can Never Go Back. Chapter…
May 2
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T Van Santana
April 2023
Malefic Tastemaking In Metafictional Markets
Mall is quite beautiful. She knows she is, too—and stylish. Her hair is shaved underneath, short-ish on top, with a tight, straight bangline. She often…
Apr 13
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March 2023
The Old Crane, on Page Road
3102-11-04 The snake, in wisdom cultures, is a symbol of healing. Later, in the Western world, snakes became associated with evil. So we have within…
Mar 7
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In My Solitude
3102-11-02 Without knowing or asking why, I’ve inched my way halfway to seventy. Further now, actually. I say without asking why, and that’s not at all…
Mar 6
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February 2023
Up Through the Cracks, Like Grass Under Concrete
Here is the original opening for the first draft of my first novel, Everything Fails, which is to say, the very literal beginning of all this mess…
Feb 23
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Wasteland Redux
I pull out a worn paperback. It’s got a green cover. I show it to you. “So this is my third novel,” I say. “Well … fourth. The second one wasn’t related…
Feb 22
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Let Me Steal This Moment From You Now
You’re driving. You know, if you don’t mind. If you do, then the car is on autopilot. Vengeance is a bumpier driver than Clara, but he gets it done. Out…
Feb 7
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Snake People
It’s been some years since I’ve seen Professor Thanerthope. So I didn’t recognize her at first. Maybe it was the new body, maybe it was the stylish…
Feb 6
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A Lampshade
I’m sitting on a blue velvet chair, wearing a black silk kimono robe with gold leaf print on it. You’re sitting across from me wearing whatever you’d…
Feb 6
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When the Village Seer Is Wrong
Bishop Shelly led me deep into the primeval woods. These were not the bleeding barks of the Jungle, mind; rather, the bleached bone wood of the…
Feb 5
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Places of Residence
The house layout is the same, but the overlay is different. You might ask what I mean by that, and I can explain that it’s a metaphor. People now—your…
Feb 2
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