A House of Flies

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. – H. P. Lovecraft A single flickering bulb burned overhead emanating what one might call light in the loosest of considerations. The dying glow of an ember capable only of making the darkness a […]

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Of The Soul

The plight of humankind is remarkable. Clumsy. Fragile. Apes. Yet of all possible beings throughout all possible realities they alone bear in themselves the keys to godhood. Flesh and spirit – two parts which compose their kind, yet rarely make them whole. No. Wholeness for them is found in relation to one another. Relationships between […]

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Keys to Life and Death

“And you are certain this is what you want?” A mummified mockery of a woman towered over the young man. She bore wings like that of a vulture, dusty and black. Outstretched where watchful eyes gazed out upon him. Her lips, two dark laces, stretched tightly over gnarled teeth. Her touch was like an ancient […]

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New Year

The fog rolled in with deceptive speed. Appearing, at first, to slowly swallow homes and streetlights whole from the neighborhood across the way before creeping across the tumbleweed choked field. Within moments the heavy mists had devoured the apartment complex where Morgan St James sat watching the world descend into the depths of some mist-composed […]

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Episode 1: The Problem with Fingers

It’s difficult picking up your own fingers. I knew thumbs were important, and I had taken them for granted. I regret that, now. But I was scrambling in the middle of the sidewalk madly scooping up dozens of digits. Nineteen? Thirty-seven? Two? I couldn’t remember how many there were supposed to be, but it didn’t […]

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Thirteen Years Later

We standAround so much ruined soilWhere a stoneCarves out your name.Marks the place you landed.And from whereYou always seem to rise. An uneasy restYou have found in us.Or more honest:Founded in us. Our hearts,And our heads,Still orbiting around your absence.Still mulling over the earth —Imagining how differentEverything would beIf only you remained;Instead of him. When […]

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Restless Bones

I am but an old soul.Forgotten.Long passed.But he hears me.After all this time.In the silence of himself. He hears meAnd knowsThe dead cannot restHidden among the bonesAnd unmarked stonesBuriedIn the bowels of this home.

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And Now, We Write

Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and ice. — Dante Alighieri, Dante’s Inferno. Stay tuned – there is so much more I want to show you. Subscribe below to get notified of new posts and the latest updates.

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