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Detective Kovski

Detective Kovski

a short story I  had just returned to my dusty corner on Ninth and Main, two floors up from the old afternoon coffee shop. I wish I could tell it to you like a noir piano, but it’s been a long three...

Take me in The Sienna

Take me in The Sienna

Take me in The Sienna, back to when we were kids and summer skies had nowhere to go but everywhere. Back when the backyard was the world and the world hadn’t gotten complicated yet, all the way back...

The One Who Stays

The One Who Stays

It’s all static on the radio and wavering connections on the television, but The Light cuts through like a double-edged sword.    It’s all meaningless cacophony, but He’s The Melody in the...

Leviathanic

Leviathanic

We were running through the tunnel, flying over the rusty tracks in the darkness, out of the leviathanic cage, fleeing for our lives and pursuing The Unwavering Light at the end. We could hear the...

Down in the dark

Down in the dark

Down in the dark of the wood, down with the decay and the vermin and the maggots crawling among the remains. Bones, white turned black, crumbling in the dirt at the gnarled roots, running through...

Fire burns and swords sting

Fire burns and swords sting

Yes, life is great here, I’ve got everything I could ever want, I—   She looks at my scars, ripped and torn flesh.   This Earth has not been kind to you.          ...

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades

Candlelight renegades in tailcoats, sweeping the ballroom and whispering secrets to save the world, anthems muttered under the breath, under The Eye. The tides of war are rising, higher than the...

A dragon or two

A dragon or two

I always smile a little brighter at the parades if I’ve slain a dragon or two before the confetti rains down. [likebtn theme="custom" f_size="15" icon_size="25" icon_l="hrt5" icon_l_c="#737373"...

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside

Baby it’s cold outside, white as the midterms on my desk, but in my head it’s a summer’s sky, washing the car with a rag anticipating all the places we’ll go in that red muscle headbangin’ V8...

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks

The Night Hawks sit in the old diner, forty years past its opening, twelve on the Charger parked on the asphalt in the back. Streetlight Cigars and Stubble Like Mount Rushmore hunch over the bar as...

The Artists Of The World

The Artists Of The World

It’s funny how every day, every day The Artists Of The World dream dreams, living their lives up until the end, throwing the dreams to paper, to canvas, to the beat of the drum. It’s funny how every...

This Anthem

This Anthem

Let this anthem break down the door and shake The Parthenon. [likebtn theme="custom" f_size="15" icon_size="25" icon_l="hrt5" icon_l_c="#737373" icon_l_c_v="#e84a60" label_c="#737373" bg_c="#ffffff"...