The Fifth Winter

The killer arrived just after The Three Wise Men had departed. He slipped in through the barred second floor window with his toolkit and chloroform in hand, stuffed the rag into my mouth, then went to work dismantling my time.  I learned later that the killer’s name was Winter, and that he had already visited […]

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Angels in the Garden

For me, creation comes from creation. In deep green it is possible to find the spark necessary for a blaze. Surrounded by tall glass walls and cement, creation seems to wither and fade away. That’s not to say that I can’t write within a city setting, I just find that doing so is like digging […]

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