Undying Fire
This is the first serious poem i ever wrote. Originally for school, i was very serious about doing a good job. I had been reading The Best of James Herriot, and he mentions the Saltersgate Inn in Yorkshire, whose fireplace is reputedly...
The Grey (Poem)
Deep, rustling, dark-green. Torches flicker to morning, Running from the Grey.
A Dolomite Verse
Another old poem from High School. I got the idea from looking at a picture from my favorite calendar series, "Windows to the World" or something like that, by a couple named Scanlan. It's a picture of the Dolomite mountains in Italy. I...
Red the Rose (Poem)
Red the Rose By Brett Red, red, red the blood Running down the rose. Bouquets of candy- pink and white In doilied mason jars repose. Outside the hoary petals fall Into the stony bottomed mere And paint a picture on the lake, Whitewashed by...
The Confession of Albert Fish: The Making of the Monster
Like the emergence of Jack the Ripper onto the stage of crime history, Albert Fish burst into a world completely unready for a criminal such as himself. In and out of psychiatric wards for decades, Fish was analyzed by countless experts without anyone...
The Confession of Albert Fish: Introduction
It is given to few people in recorded history to so degrade the fabric of their humanity as to be regarded by many as a living, walking form of pure evil. It is given to still fewer, to successfully accomplish this deed, and yet remain virtually...
The Confession of Albert Fish: Letters
Several years after being abandoned by his first wife, who left with a feeble-minded handyman she had hid in the couple's attic, Albert Fish was raising his children alone. Although his occupation usually caused him to travel often, he seems to have...