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A tale of war and disillusionment.

The entire world is compressed by extinction into a single walled city.

Just read it.

Chapter II. Chasm. The sweet smells of breakfast hour spread through the flat. The Man shifted, turned and woke up. As he stood the sheets came..

The start of a play I'll eventually finish about a New York City detective.

To suffer tribulation and horror is to encounter the salty air that stings the wound. Soothing at first. And then abrasive to the raw bitten hid..

Read it and find out.

Death will win this game we play Love and what is more But who would suspect sweet, innocent Love is Death’s chilled funeral floor For mor..

To the magnificent star in the sky: Some down here believe you a supreme being Dost thou flood the earth from where thou weeps? Cries like choir..

Something is strange; it’s the first thing you notice. He is not like the others. David Brenham, my co-worker from the Bowman Theater. Today I..