I’ll be honest, my music library could stand to be matured. Like many of my peers, I’ve been raised on the skin deep love lyrics and corporate infused messages that dominate the air waves today. Sure, they’re fun to dance to and belt out the lyrics if you’re alone in your car, but...

            In the Et Life Spire, the largest building on the face of the planet, the receptionist stared at her newly painted nails, admiring the new color combination she had chosen. After 200 years of just yellow, she enjoyed the mix up. When one has the rest of eternity to look...

Here at the Department for Zombie Control we must confess to being mystified in regards to the recent zombie takeover of so many cities, especially since we handled our own, small town zombie infestation with such little difficulty, to the degree we now coexist with them with little trouble....

On December 27th, 2011, Wesley Rose and Shane Corey launched Lost Artistry, an independent record label. The launch party, held in Fredericksburg, Virginia, featured live performances from Era Hardaway, Amore Jones, and Kevin Sinatra (all artists represented by Lost Artistry). Other members...

He knew.  He knew it before he fell off the log.  The dream log, that is — the hollow log.  The unconscious always seemed to tip its hat in some way. It was just before Jan left.  He saw it in her eyes.  Or was it the it behind her eyes that seemed to say, “I’m...

Magic Carpet Ride Whirling and dancing; it was a magic carpet ride. Mounting to the sun, the carpet twists and turns. Free! The carpet does its crazy dance, blazing across the sky. The exhilaration ricochets through the body. Urging the carpet higher, wanting to be kissed by the...

The promise of February was the soft green below my feet.  Cool cement kissed my bottom, and hands fell through air.  Eyes were the sands of time glistening in the brilliant sun, and winter was a second thought.  Spring was here now, but what would that make the summer?  Would it be...

    “I need your help, man. Gimme that.”      John Coree yanked the plastic, half-gallon bottle of Dark Eyes vodka from his father’s hand and took a long pull. The spirit seared his throat, and he relished the burn. He sat down at the Formica kitchen table and lit a Kool. He looked...

There is an old parable about a man in a lighthouse, but I have forgotten how it goes. It begins, “there was a man who came to a lighthouse.” I do not know why I am here, other than that I have always been here. Beneath the cliffs, I hear voices, wailing from the rocks. ___ A kind of snow...

“I’m sorry, could you say your name for me again, please?” Mr. Grossman asked, not looking up from unscrewing the cork. It came loose with a pop and she watched the air escape for a moment before she answered. “Raimy,” she said. She watched more carefully than he did as he poured...