So many souls rushing to fill the spaces I occupy. Fierce fires in prose. A mini-collection of 14 short pieces.

I, No Other is a cerebral defibrillator you forgot had been implanted until it routinely - and unexpectedly - shocks you back to life. They may hurt at times, dear reader, the jolts of these agitations, but it is a vital hurt. With a cast of narrators on the brink of discovery in all its forms, I No Other collects Yarrow Paisley's most exquisite absurdist interludes.

After God created the Prison of the World, he threw away the key. In this collection of uncanny and disconcerting stories, a few unfortunate but charismatic innocents seek to find it. Any luck? Read Divine In Essence to find out! You will encounter: a young boy captive in his stepmother's glass eye, the engrossing diary of a sassy and intrepid girl-ghost, an "impudent" woman consigned to a passive life in a mirror, a mutilated Fury ransacking the dream world, Icarus mired in Brigitte Bardot, ten tales of the Strange to unchain you from the Real. The stories of Divine In Essence exemplify a sui generis slipstream style that deftly weaves a psychedelic literary fabric from elements of Fabulism, Occult Horror, Transgressive Fiction, and the Weird. Attune your mind and be transformed. Escape!

Do not forgive me, Man, for I have sinned. I am all of the millions, and I am myself one of the millions. They crowd within me, the people, and rampage among my tissues. Their frenzy is perpetual. Each one of them weeps, and brings into my body his or her own pain, and the pain of one becomes my pain, and becomes the pain of millions. It is an awesome responsibility, and I bear it because I love them. I would not do, otherwise. Yet ... I have sinned. I love them, but their pain is great. I confess, I have thought of myself. I have ordained myself: "I." I have imagined myself an entity not of them, but of something altogether new. But I have not set myself higher, I tell you, but apart. I love them, more than I do this voice. I love them as I know them, more than I do this voice. Yet I am coming to know my voice, and I am coming to love it too. And I have sinned. I am the City. You are my sin.