Rick Wiedeman

I’m going to see my grandmother, Carol Strauss, today. I bought half a dozen lilies, her favorite. It’s too bad she can’t come out anymore, but that’s how it goes. Someday that’ll be me, too.

When I approach the gate…

“When the dead returned to life, it ended the pursuit of artificial intelligence, because it proved there was a divine spark to it. The atom-pushers would never get there. Brain meat was not restored, yet the dead spoke, walked, and…

I stood in the street, five feet from the curb. It was dusk. The mosquitoes ignored me.

In the bay window, Sarah washed dishes, her long, slender arms moving methodically from counter to sink to dishwasher. I didn’t want to…

You cannot lie to the dead.

After a certain stage they stop hearing language altogether, and they just perceive your intent. Words serve to shape feelings, and feelings can shape words, but what the dead perceive is something deeper. If…