Fiction Is Coming

Fiction Is Coming

Over the past six months, I've posted two new articles on this site every week (save holidays) and, barring a few digressions into other topics, they've mostly alternated between discussing music and books. (Sometimes both.) But over the next month, things are going to be a little bit different. Sticking to my two-posts-per-week schedule, I'm [...]

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 Donalson sat in the deep mud, his legs pulled up to his chest, his hands wrapped [...]

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 [...]