Night Mare
A sudden start: I’m on a moonlit plain, up to my waist in gently swaying grass. The air is warm …
Tag: Arthur Gee
The Foil
You ever wonder why old myths persist in elevating those the gods cast down? An easy trend to note; it …
Soul Fires
The god of thunder pierced the clouds with his electric riff. Prometheus though chained, unbowed, saw lightning strike the cliff …