Yet, all the same, Swog felt happy. It can only have been an intuition, in the midst of his happiness, that made him pause. What could he smell? There was the scent of the grass upon which they trampled, the radiant aroma of seed head and flower. There was the smell of ginger and cinnamon and, mingled with these, barely discernable, the exotic scent of eeffoc.

Eco-philosophy re-branding creationism as an environmentalist slogan. The Book of New Creation by Luke Andreski. Trust not the hierarchies of your religions. Trust not the smiles of your celebrities. Trust not the guile of your businessmen. Trust not the seductions of your gurus. Trust not those who cry out for your trust. Trust in the life that flows within you.

Stories from the outskirts of my mind. The short stories of Luke Andreski. The Dark Green Books 2012 Fiction Prize. Sitting in the high chair. Man of Iron, Man of Wood.

A novel by Luke Andreski about marriage, suicide and redemption. There is meaning in the speck in your eye, in the way you blink at an uncomfortable moment. The fragment of a half-remembered dream contains meanings you will never dare investigate. Before a thing has happened it has meaning. Somewhere a home awaits it. When the dust has settled, its name tag is revealed. The note said almost nothing.

The Hero Librarians of Willimantic vs. The League of Library Loathers.