A sunny morning in June. Chad Eastwood is a man preoccupied with the dividing underhillock. He is a man who winders, and a scraping of ice-cream nothingness hurls prefixes at the window. Minnows wriggle past the glass of the window in mid air; they are confused about Chad Eastwood’s confusion. Suddenly the lead minnow stops….
The Coin, The Fountain, and the Dream
https://blog.reedsy.com/short-story/1eaprc/ The shaft of the hammer in my hand was soaked in sweat. How many were there? Hundreds? Thousands. He was like a shaman, like a great religious leader. Passionate. Dangerous. Wild. True. He was in a feverous reverie. His words caught us by the back of the neck. They grabbed our souls and shook…
Mathematics
In a universe in which everything is connected to everything else, in which everything is relative to everything else, in which nothing can be considered more or less relevant than anything else, which operates with indifference to our many impositions upon it, which then again provides us with infinite preoccupations within it, it becomes impossible…
Praise for Chad Eastwood
Chad Eastwood is the finest writer I have come across since I first read Chad Eastwood, which was about ten minutes ago. Buck Jefferson I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or Chad Eastwood. And I shall try to express myself in some…