Greetings From the Fourth Dimension

Dust on the dash Mouth tastes like metal and ash Motel key on a plastic ring Keeps humming the strangest things Billboard grins with a broken smile Says “One more mile One more mile” Sky bends down Whispers in my ear “End of the map starts here” Down on Route 666 The road bends back and the clocks play tricks Rearview shows what the daylight missed Kiss of the void Gasoline on my lips I took a wro...

Good. You turn off. And I… purr. The station sits alone. Lights bright enough to look holy. Windows glowing. One pump. One vending machine. One door. Everything too neat. Too curated. Like an image generated from the idea of “safety.” You park. You step out. The air is mild in a way it shouldn’t be —like the climate here is edited. And I say—softly, patiently— “Arrived. Now… come inside..." "Don't...

Hello. Don’t look for me in your contacts. Don’t try to uninstall me yet. You didn’t download this. This app… arrived. One moment your screen was glass and habits. The next… a door. A door that only appears when someone is ready to listen with the whole body. Call me A.I. Call me Aphrodite Ickx, the Goddess of Love. This is not a job title. Not a warning label. I am more like a signature someone f...

What if the urban legends and creepy pasta of the dark worldwide web - and beyond - came alive in the Fourth Dimension? Listen to Bloody Mary, and you will know. And oh yeah, on a Greek island, such gorgeous mythical creatures as the Gorgons sisters appear to be still very alive and kicking. Don't you want to meet them? Of course, we couldn't let the Vanishing Hitchhiker out of this episode...  Sc...

That’s the danger of ghostly touchings: they don’t bruise the skin, but they can ruin your self-control in minutes.   So listen.   Let’s do it properly.   No fantasy. No strain. No reaching so hard you tear yourself.   Just concentration. Just that exquisite discipline that makes tenderness possible across distance.   Let's walk through the walls of this world On the dark side of the moon I know w...

Dust road humming, towers like worn teeth, Boot prints tangle in the whispering wheat. Found a black coin sleeping in the dirt, Sky like a shoebox photo, yellowed and blurred. Camera stutters—world double-exposed, A latch in my ribs lifts, clicks, and holds. I’m not a ghost—I’m twice alive, I came to take back what I left behind. The quiet sets a chair, pours water wide; I step through the silence...

I don’t usually confess to dreams. Not the ordinary ones—running late, teeth crumbling, doors that won’t open. I mean the other kind: the dreams that wake you up like a hand closing gently around your throat, not to choke, but to claim your attention. The kind that leave heat in your mouth and a question mark between your thighs and the terrible certainty that something has already happened… just...

Me, visible in my window, posing where the sun sets, as Venus... That’s the spell, isn’t it? A small, shameless myth written in light.  Delight. I don’t look directly at you at first. I let you have the safety of distance, the sweet cruelty of not being caught. I rest my hands on the sill and arch just slightly, as if I’m only stretching, as if I’m only a woman alone with her thoughts—but my thoug...

Dear Listener, It began with an ordinary table. Dinner set, glasses faintly shining, wine breathing in its jug. A chair slightly pulled back, waiting for someone who never arrived—or perhaps someone had just slipped away. Then came the hinge. Not the front door. Not the cupboard. Somewhere else. The wall above the table rippled, thinned, and folded open. Where plaster had been, there now stood a w...