Part XIII - His Curse on the Fairest Joys
Kane's taillights vanished slowly down the long gravel road. More slowly than they needed to. Possible, Will supposed, that he'd been a little more emphatic than needed explaining about the steepness of the way up here. Also possible that Dunbar was...
Part XII - The Marks of Wanton Hunger
"What about Thursday?" "Won't he have," Sam didn't bother getting up from the couch, "work in the morning?" "He oughta have enough PTO to take one day off, though," Will yelled up the basement stairs. "It's at least worth asking!" \> Thurs? "You...
Mistolinic Hymn
O Father in the utter west, They call the setting sun, From grieving be my promised rest When every day be done. A thousand roads to elsewhere lead. I cannot walk them all. Hope fills me, though, for there indeed I hear the sunset's...
We Regret to Inform You of a Funeral Cancellation
Well a couple mourners gathered, and a bunch more came to stare. Course all the casual killers came, who'd left him lying there. They bought a discount casket and a requiem was said For the funeral was scheduled, for burying the dead. Well the...
Echo: El Primero de los Misterios Dolorosos
I'm driving down the highway. I don't know exactly where I am, but everything seems familiar. The smell of rock dust and sagebrush, the landscape, the traces of sunset at the edge of the sky even late at night. Wherever I am, I'm not far from home. I...
Blank Verse Essay on Intentionality in Queer Fiction
I will not say here, 'no more happy ends.' I won't presume to undercut the need For stories of queer heroes of queer worlds Where homophobia has never been. For gods of sunset, moon, and winter know That if no tale but such as these were told...
Fourth Man Left Outside
The wind was almost still. You could be forgiven for thinking there was none at all. It moved, nonetheless, from the intersection down the dark suburban street till it found the raccoon and mockingbird climbing the front steps of one unremarkable house...
The Homecoming of Daniel Usherswell
The town of Good Intentions was respectable and quiet, As respectable and quiet as many towns that languish In the once remarkable, but no more remarked, rolling grasslands. The roads that once led out from it lay still and sullen silent, ...
Account of Presumed Ecstatic Experience during Initiation Rite in Unidentified Mystery Religion
It doesn't really matter how I died. Whether of time or tide or tiredness, But after this, the journey of my life I woke, to find myself in a dark wood. The way was lost, the night was long, and I Was more alone than I had ever been. It...
My Heart is Full of Thunder
My heart is full of thunder. This is neither good nor bad. Which may lead you to wonder Just what sort of day I've had. And if you were standing under The fall of blood or rain, Then you may well think the thunder To be cries of crippling...
A Poetic Definition.
There are schools of thought where thinking must needs work like thin magnetics, Aligning every glittering gear with every last ball-bearing, So that the world is dissected by 'if and only' statements To categories perfect, and to crystal clear...
Part XVII - They Can’t Sell That House So Empty It Stays
Sam dropped them both off at the rest stop closest to where route 93 turned off the interstate. According to Chase this 'shoot' came with a van better equipped to handle potholes and washout, they'd ride out in that. "Which," Sam grumbled, "is fine by...