The Libertarian Opposition is Rising…
by Sean Dempsey | 08/06/24 I swear by God in heaven above: I had not intended during this vacation north to become some sort of rogue or dishonest man! Indeed, I had intended nothing of the sort. I had intended only to mail a simple postcard, dammit! And if ever there was a thing less […]
By Sean Dempsey | 08/04/26 “You like shish-kabobs, right?” Papa asked rather impatiently as I emerged from the back bedroom, rubbing sleep from my eyes. “Good morning, Dad,” I replied, quickly heading outside to the urine-dendrum patch sitting between two large pines. The sun was high in the sky already. I’d slept in well past 10am. […]
by Sean Dempsey | 06/18/26 One hundred years after the United States of America had solved freedom, no one was free enough to say what exactly had been solved. The red, white, and blue cloth still flew proudly. The anthem still played before public ceremonies. And, yes, the revered USConstitution still existed, sealed, of course, […]
By Sean Dempsey, 04/28/26 We stumbled into the sun like criminals fleeing a sex crime we could not remember committing. It felt like Monday. But time and sanity meant nothing to us in the fog of drink and this sublime orgy of heat-infused alcohol and sin. The El Dorado resort still stretched before us in […]
by Sean Dempsey | 04/06/24 There once were, in a certain indistinct corner of a Canadian kingdom whose borders were always expanding on paper yet never visited in person, two brothers who came into possession of adjoining lands. Yet possession in such a place was a delicate word; for everything, in truth, already belonged to […]
by Sean Dempsey “At the beginning of a fine May day, a svelte equestrienne, mounted on a sumptuous sorrel mare, was riding, in the middle of flowers, the lanes of the Bois.” – Joseph Grand (Camus) =========== After the Trilogytes attacked, the earth stood still, weeping at the indescribable carnage. Bitter and anguished cries shook […]
Prologue The morning he stepped out of South Station, Boston felt like a verdict. Wet brick, ferry horns, the shiver of a gull’s cry over steel water. He stood a moment under the awning with his father’s old briefcase in hand, breath wisping pale, and watched the crowd carry its coffees toward another ordinary day. […]
By Sean Dempsey8/29/25 During the waning of a drear and tempestuous season, while the dank forests of New Hampshire trembled beneath winds unseasonable and a melancholy haze spread like a funeral pall across its pale and resolute villages, there came into my possession a mysterious, but not unwelcome, letter whose contents so disquieted the chambers […]
Sean Dempsey’s short story “Justice” (which is an extract from his 2022 work “A Sad Collection of Short Stories, Cheap Parables, Amusing Anecdotes, & Covid-Inspired Bad Poetry”) works best when read not as a replacement for Kafka, but as a narrowing of Kafka’s nightmare. Kafka gives us the whole disease. Dempsey gives us the moment […]
What you are about to read is based on a TRUE story. Michel Siffre is 100% REAL and actually did this! =============== by Sean Dempsey, 04/02/25 A Chronicle of Isolation, Madness, and Savage Darkness In the early 1970s, as Cold War psychology and space exploration collided with radical ideas about human consciousness, a lesser-known but […]