John J. ParmanOn repeatI was 14 when immortality in some form became my project. Not that I had much to work with at that point, but the motivation was there, the…Oct 28Oct 28
John J. ParmanThe city observedI never thought of myself as a theorist, but my inability even to assemble a flat-pack bookcase, let alone make a flower box for my mother…Oct 26Oct 26
John J. ParmanLunch at the end of the worldIt was hastily arranged as these things go, but it’s never easy to organize an archon’s schedule, whereas a replicant like me can use…Sep 23Sep 23
John J. ParmanSwedenborg’s cosmology and mineWhen I read Heaven & Hell, I was struck by Swedenborg’s conviction that people delude themselves that they’re good. Few people are, he…Aug 26Aug 26
John J. ParmanOne afternoon is like anotherEncountering an acquaintance while out walking a few days ago, he was surprised by her question, “What are you exactly?” A poet, he…Aug 25Aug 25
John J. ParmanWhat do they want, after all?“Mars, no.” Peter said. Lately, others things interested him more. The political project, once so promising, was on the ropes, but things…Aug 24Aug 24
John J. ParmanSomething about rhymingSex, hex, treks, wrecks, flex. Lips, hips, ships, blips, sips, dips, rips. Clit, slit, flit. Flower, power, bower. Her glasses were a…Aug 23Aug 23
John J. ParmanExperiments in living“Perfection this time,” she said, as they added the testosterone. The name? Alain, the image told her: film-star good looks and a cinematic…Aug 22Aug 22
John J. ParmanLucks of the drawConsuelo was the name she chose when she’d reached that moment when choosing a name felt useful, imperative even. Then there was the choice…Aug 21Aug 21
John J. ParmanTimes two (or four, or even 11)Meet the unconscious, he thought, drifting in and out of sleep. He wondered if she shared this sense of another self or selves, more…Aug 20Aug 20
