Category: Fiction & Poetry
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The Bottomland Manifest
Not stone, not wood, but a tissue of ridges and folds, pale and slick as entrails,…
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The Last Mile from Black Bluff
“No one speaks. The smell works its way into their faces, into the cloth at their…
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Antichrist Ascendant
“Below him, men and women scurry like insects under overturned stones. Flames claw at stone arches,…
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The First Son
“Never once was Jonah told to be careful.”
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Boys in the Bloodlight
He had sons, all dead or gone to hell, and one boy they said was no…
Ramblings & Revelations 