Few if any end-of-the-world scenarios can claim a longer history; none has more diverse roots. Depending on where you look, you may find prophecies about 2012 linked to everyone from the ancient Maya, Egyptians, and Hopi to the mysterious prognosticators Nostradamus and Edward Cayce, with helpings of the I Ching, reports from cutting-edge geophysicists and geologists, and various New Age self-realization texts thrown in for good measure.
Read More2012: The Good, the Bad, and the Apocalyptic“We should probably stop, no?” Margot pointed at the glowing sign of a general store up ahead. “I feel funny just showing up empty handed.”
Read MoreWhite ChristmasAir limousines floated by like ghosts in a night filled with a jangle of sounds. A mad juxtaposition of chords, wailing voices and crooned-out tunes mangled by the sound of honking horns, curses and the cries of the desperate filled the dark streets.
Read More59 BeadsThey’re waiting for him when he comes out of the tank. Whether plainclothes or just another pair of clockers, he can’t quite tell, but the way they avoid looking in his direction tips him off in a heartbeat. When Ari Marvel walks by, you look.
Read MoreOverclockingB.J. Burrow co-wrote the screenplay, The Monster Hunter, which premiered on the Sci-Fi channel and starred David Carradine. The Changed is his debut novel.
Read MoreInterview with B.J. BurrowThe frogs made a sound like wet pebbles as they hit the old copper roof of his shack; Ibrahim the alte-zachen man sat outside in the shade of the fig tree and watched out over Haifa’s harbour.
Read MoreAll the Wonder in the WorldMaybe I shook them off. I don’t feel them breathing down my neck anymore. I turn around, but I don’t see them in the crowd.
Read MoreAn Evening in the City Coffeehouse, With Lydia on My MindIn her dreams, Jiaotan saw Father: hands outstretched, the flesh of the fingers fraying away to reveal the yellowed, tapered shape of bones, the deep-set eyes bulging in their sockets, pleading, begging her to take him away.
Read MoreAfter the FireWhen Benjamin Schneider came to my clinic and complained of mysterious coils on his left wrist, I wasn’t overly surprised. The term “hypochondriac” may have become overused years ago, but Benjamin nevertheless lived and acted as its perfect archetype.
Read MoreBenjamin Schneider’s Little Greys