An Unclean Legacy: “Despair”
In the deepness of the night, Francescu opens a window in the air to look in on Manfred who is his brother. Manfred is sitting, thinking, in the middle of the void. The darkness of the onyx realm...
View ArticleParadise Forgotten
Sing, O muse, of the siege of Illidium, That opened up the tower to the moon And left fair Helen’s plans in ruin And nearly unleashed destruction on the world. Hippolyta has made her child out of clay....
View Article(April 1) What if the Tower Had a Different Cast?
The slurry of words falls always from the sky. They are grey. They are bits of pulp-paper, smeared with ink, torn to shreds and pouring forever over the Buffalo region. The monster trudges along the...
View ArticleAre Siggorts? (I/I)
“What do siggorts do?” Max asks. It’s 1979 and Max is 18 years old. He’s wearing jeans and a jacket, but he isn’t an angel. He’s a young Republican. “Siggorts?” Sid’s walking with Max, like he does now...
View Article“Alaia”: Craft
Now we have said that the last toothway to New Jerusalem had failed; and if you do not recall this matter, we will refresh you here. And of course we have told how Hank Makeway came to the gums of...
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