North of Onhava

Official Website of Novelist and Screenwriter James Greer

Category: proselet

The Decision Tree

  Prologue Low light slants through a bower of maple branches onto the roof and dirt-spattered windshield of a car parked on the red clay driveway. No wind stirs, and the mosaic of shadow slides by imperceptible degrees from the blue roof of the parked car to the tawny drive, crawling from there to the […]

Mansion of the Aching Hearts

What was I born for? thought Thomas, sitting at his desk, copying the last few lines of his work. What was anybody born for? The sun had long since floated past the lid of his window, over the gray slate roof, and begun to set. He could see its rubescent face reflected in the windows […]

Transmission Mist

  I could break the shell of myself, if you want, or you could try to fail. Here’s how the thing works: some injustice must be left un-righted. Some tumescent flaw must be kept in the perfectly silvered surface of your Venetian mirror, set in the bark of a living tree. In a stand of […]

Protestant Desire

From the vast North of Onhava archives:     “Full of grace my ass. Every one of them too goddamn tall. And doubtless crazy as swans. ” The young man was annoyed. He banged his bottle on the wet wood of the bar. “Perhaps that’s true, but you didn’t stick around long enough to find […]

The Edicule

  In with the good, out with the bad. But it’s not air of which the teacher speaks. Something more valuable. Essence. Out with ignorance, in with wisdom. Knowledge of the self means knowledge of things hidden in plain sight. When you can see what’s in front of you these hidden things will be revealed. […]

Paradise Is Not So Bad

  Gardenias. Heavy scent borne on the evening breeze, through two windows facing the street. The red Mercedes had seemed to come out of nowhere. “Listen. I met a girl.” In fading sun the row of bougainvillea overflowing chain link fence across the street flushes pinkly, nodding (sweet, demure) at passersby. “I love Dave, don’t […]