1917

1917

Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps, and builded parapets and trenches there, And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son. Wilfred Owen, 'The Parable of the Old Man and the Young' It Will Kill You Private Donalson sat in the deep mud, his legs pulled up to his chest, his hands [...]

The Highway

The Highway

It all happened in a moment. I saw a man crouching on the highway, his back pressed against the half-wall of the median, his arms outstretched in front of him, palms outward in token of peace as the cars rushed by him in terrifying wave after terrifying wave. His face was rigid and still, his [...]

The Last Road

The Last Road

When it began she was hardly a person at all. Just a soft, mushy, doughy little thing. And so this is the only world she knows. It's formed her, or at least a part of her. It's made her tough. Tougher than I am, though she doesn't know it. Someday, if she's lucky, she'll grow [...]

The Devil and Jeff

The Devil and Jeff

I wake to find the devil sitting near my bed. "Good morning, Jeff," he says. I rub my eyes. I am, obviously, delusional. Phantoms of evil don't just appear next to your nightstand, ready for an early morning chat. I blink. He's still there, not some horned, fork tongued little imp with a pointy tail [...]

A Good Year

A Good Year

The temple priest stood atop a high ridge. Deep blue water flowed down a ravine behind him and poured into the dark of the caves that cut sharply into the crust of the earth. Water, the lifeblood of the valley, flowed through the caves in a cool current, pushing and pulling with the throb of [...]

In the White City

In the White City

"Can you run?" he asked. "I don't know," she said, prodding and testing her ankle. She stood up, took a few halting steps then winced and fell back to the ground. "It's okay," he said. Eiko looked around the stone courtyard. Vines trailed over the heavy white slabs and grasses popped up out of cracks [...]

Deeper Than the Silence

Deeper Than the Silence

Drums. Pulsing in the background, slow and throbbing. The kind of sound that you feel, the pressure of it coursing through the air, pushing and pulling on your ears and eyes. They are coming. "Get up." Williams was already awake. Terns dragged himself to a sit. I kicked Davis in the ribs to get him [...]

The White Leopard

The White Leopard

That I cannot speak does not mean that I am silent.  The pumping heartbeat, the hissing intake of breath, the endless creaking of bones – I do not need a voice to be heard.  When I sat, waiting patiently in the blind in the high tree, I did not wait to hear men’s voices – [...]

The Pit

The Pit

I'm only telling you this because I have to. They say that telling it helps, that dragging the words out from my insides and into the world will give me some clarity.  Or maybe it was lucidity.  Or maybe it was both.  I don’t remember.  But even if I don’t believe them, I suppose I’m [...]