Whispers from the pavement Dredge up bygones laid to rest Like bricks upon the travelled dust of roads, hemmed in and paved For once we...

Feedback and distortion Ringing in the deep Blooded strings of nickel plate Vibrate over magnets Humbuckers and tremolo arms The tools to...

Hey! It's a pleasure to announce the newest audio version of one of my short stories: A Mirror's Malice. This story appeared here last...

Once, I found a man dead in the street Covered in frost Darkened by blood I left him for another to deal with. My feet left evidence,...

Bitter January sprinkles Pepper salt-speckled sidewalks In Illinois this year. “The times they are a-changing” Said the man Bob Dylan,...

Bethany carried a box of bathing articles out of the elevator and down the hall to her new apartment, 342. The place was furnished and...

Roots dig into the wasted woman Her years have turned her sour Stems curl up her body, vines restrict her Roots take hold Wasted years,...

When your tears have gone dry But you still want to cry I watch you grab a glass Grab a drink Sob and sputter, mutter, sigh. Long years...

Today we have a very special announcement that is very much an echo of our previous announcement. Last week's short story, Jamryn...

Waste your water, lovely lady Deep in dappled valleys, beneath trees, shady Wet your cheeks and sob so sweet Let longing rest within, and...

The dreams of Gods are boring, after enough centuries. When suns have burned out and black holes eaten everything about, When galaxies...

Jamryn Darkblood Jamryn was an inquisitive boy. He lived with his family in a small village next to a marvelous timber. He awoke, every...

Wings of feather, Wings of leather, Wings bind me to the Earth To burn, to freeze To leave behind the homes I’ve burned With words of...

That I could write like any other man Words to brighten a day But I don’t seem to be able to understand What makes you weep and smile. If...

I am pleased to announce that I have posted a youtube video of a reading of "Loop," accompanied by speed-drawing by my close friend LJB. ...

Hollow like a pitted fruit, nothing but scars remain Where once my flesh connected with fibers much like thread I walk through life with...

Loop Clay let the storm door slam on the drunken laughter and the smack of kissing lips as he stepped out into a frosted November. It...

Hey, coffee folks. Frizzy J. here. Happy Holidays! It has been a long year. This is my first time blogging ever, and I just wanted to...