The Tailgater

The axe flew with certainty into her bare chest. The unwavering arc of its path was written, as was her death. She did not resist ~ her arms and legs had long been sawn away. Her naked torso was split open like a pineapple, and they tossed her pulpy remains on the...

What I Nearly Forgot

A river runs through my city, and in the brittle heat of August, its tepid waters pass low over a kaleidoscope of wetted stones. Then small islands, normally moated fortresses, lower their rocky drawbridges and invite the curious sojourner into tangled enclaves of elm...

Attack of the Clams

I wrote this story as Part II of a Part I that has long been lost, but that was written by a match.com prospect (a Marine sharpshooter) who wanted a romatic finish. Needless to say, I didn’t get the date. Attack of the Clams I took the iced tea glass from her...

Dirt

Fire has flash, wind has romance, and water is beautiful, but in the end, dirt is the strongest of all the elements. For God uses fire to anoint Her elect, wind to posses Her spirit, and water to destroy, but dirt He gives to man. “From dirt you are created, and to...