Update On Future Offerings

This project – the site – has been extremely useful both on a personal level and, given a bevvy of intra-site and extra-site messages, a public one. I thus wish to intensify the usefulness of my writings and of the writings of all of the other writers of the site and shall be, in the […]

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The Origins of the American Literary Tradition (Part 1)

Introduction How distant, my fellow Americans, is the comfort of our modern urban and suburban and, indeed, even our rural spaces to the harsh and unyielding wilderness of the colonial era. Wild tribes of vibrantly painted, bow wielding natives wary or wrathful of foreign rule, disease, starvation and the vast pitfalls of the “virgin” land, […]

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Wicked Road

I recently re-discovered this, the very first short story I’d ever wrote (many, many years ago), and decided to publish it here, despite it’s more amateur aspects, I think there is much to enjoy in the tale. ◊ ♦ “Jet lag, mon ami?” Chester North did not recognize the jovial, drawling voice which had so […]

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The Iron Garden: Part.12

Campaign Angela Vikander stood anxiously upon the balcony of her expansive highrise, overlooking the main thoroughfares of the city. She wanted a cigarette badly but had decided to quit, a move to improve her image; it had been Erlen’s idea. Vikander cursed her campaign manager under her breath. Damn him. Why the hell do I […]

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The Iron Garden: Part.11

The knock came late at night, sharp and sudden as the deluge that followed it. Skies loosed their astral tears upon the tumble-down motel as Afua stirred and wrapped her aged bones in a tattered shawl. “Who is it?” Kojo rasped from the bed adjacent her own. “I don’t know.” “Well go and see, woman.” […]

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The Iron Garden: Part.10

* Kojo sipped whiskey out of a mason jar and then stubbed out his cigarette in a small, tin peach can as the fan whirred about his head, fanning the air and a mechanical waspish whirring out into the cloister of the old, decaying motel. The inn straddled the intersection of The Tombs and the […]

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The Iron Garden: Part.9

Hunter The tenement was tumble down and filthy, located in the decaying heart of the slums which its denizens had unceremoniously dubbed, The Tombs, and was covered over with discarded papers and the remnants of the rain. The man who stood before the door was thankful for the rain; it washed away the filth and […]

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