Tag Archives: Mark Simpson

Zymurgy

The first rule is to leave it alone, let the unseen do its work. For weeks it pops and spews, boiling up, settling down. Crude is what you get, then its finery. Part chemistry. Part dialectical materialism. Let the masses … Continue reading

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Fictions

Fictions are little things we eat with relish or sometimes with the fickleness our parents would abhor. Sit up straight, they’d say. Some of us would and some remain so, thinking how straightness untangles thought. Those who remain straight and … Continue reading

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