The Auridium Harp
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Art and God
Who is art for? Is art for the artist? If so, then whatever they say goes. If the artist likes it and decides it is good, then the art is good. By contrast, if the artist hates it, then it is probably bad. It doesn’t matter what the public think, because art is for you,…
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Strength in Weakness
One of the inevitable debates in a society that strives for equality is the place of the weak. From one side of the debate comes the mantra that all people are fundamentally equal not only in value and by law, but also in what they produce for society. From the other side of the debate…
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Railhead: Watching the Trains
I recently finished the book Railhead, which reignited my fascination with trains. The trains in Railhead are magnificent beings, intelligent as any person. They travel from planet to planet through “K-gates,” connecting the myriad worlds of the Railway Empire in a vast web of track. The trains that pass by my home are not nearly…
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Why “The Auridium Harp?”
I wrote “The Auridium Harp” back in 2019, in Ben Gurion Airport. I started when I arrived, put the story on pause to enjoy Israel and Palestine, and finished two weeks later as I was waiting to board my flight back to the United States. “The Auridium Harp” was the first story I posted to…
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For the Love of Akcia
Cold rocky asteroids like a string of dull pearls spun in a half-circle around their sun. Here and there were pinpricks of light: pockets of life and warmth protected against the bitter cold. Voidships darted in and out among the driftbergs, carrying commerce between the far-flung settlements. Chachery Driftberg formed a binary system with Arenberg,…
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The Auridium Harp
Namillier had throbbed with the sound of Chords. City of the floating boroughs, Diamond of the Serine Sea, Queen of Gold, Pinnacle of Beauty, Seat of the Lord Iriwani. Namillier was dead; dead as a body without a soul, dead like a harp with the strings plucked out. Oh, there were people in it still.…
The Auridium Harp 