Its two seconds to the bell, and already I know I have him. The hook is his weakness: specifically his left flank. Yes, I am a man—but a pseudo-man, like austrolipithicenes or cromagnon. On occasion, I can be reasoned with, but I am operable on fear. That is my drive, and has always been. I…

We are living in difficult times hard to deal with – the circumstances we are seeing in the world I believe is a sign of the Times. For those who have accompanied me this far, I commend you – but there are our own journeys we have to take. My words as incendiary as they…

The man dreams of flying in a cloud-ridden heaven, where the sky bleeds sienna and blonde. He is safe here, in this vision, amidst the dawn firmament. The vapors cannot reach him.  When he wakes he is in his bed in a hospital room. He is roused awake by his nurse, Nicole, who touches his…

A Binary of Opposites:     The Roc, or Portrait of Guilt in a Developing Photograph By Eric-Anderson Momou She plucks the photograph from the bathtub, She clutches the photograph from the grimy tub Waves it in the island breeze, Sloughs off the dust, as flakes part in the wind To baptize it in the air stream.…