The Nephilim Hunter Check out our new podcast (if you are into such things). The Nephilim Hunter - Podcast - Apple Podcasts Listen “Black Legend: The Curse of the Jade Idol” by Erik Sandoval The carriage car baked in the unrelenting Sun, pulled along by too-thin donkeys and their too-cruel whipmaster. Skeletal carrion eagles “Altoona” by Dirk Kortz He awoke to the sound of violent pounding, could not locate it for a moment, then realized it was coming “Din Go” by Robert Wooten I’m in Australia, or somewhere at the beachwhere people speak differently. I’m with a groupof people, we split into two “1:37 Into the First Round” by David Sydney It was over too quickly. Bonecrusher Rocco destroyed Leftie Louie with a combination of blows to the body, then head. “An Elegy to A Bloated Corpse” by Alaina Hammond You died; how awful. I’m currently overwhelmed by tributes to your artistic talent. Draped in purple prose and hyperbole, the “The Dreaming Dreams the Dreamer” by DB Jonas One thing was certain. He wasn’t ready. They were due at any moment, and nothing was ready. Everything lay in “Pickleball Chronicles” by Nate Mancuso Part I: Picklebrawl (Cleveland, Ohio) “MOUTH ON THE CURB, MILDRED!” Beatrice Goldfarb commands while brandishing her pickleball paddle and staring “Telekinesis” by Laura Shell It all started with a nosebleed. A minor one. Just a straight streak of red below her right nostril, marking Two Poems by A.Z. Foreman Ruth's Anti-Sonnet of 1941 What to compare her to, this summer dayOf June that reaps the darkling buds of May?This “Zombies del Norte” by Kirk Glaser The Army helicopter exploded over the zocalo, wiping out half the population below, but that turned out to be okay. “Mary Had a Little Lamb” by Hilary Ayshford I don't know why I'm here. I don't belong. I'm not one of them. I don't scream and throw things “Mother is the Name for God” by Rachel Barron “Hush, your father is sleeping. You musn’t wake him,” Momma says, her voice as soft as the long-thistled broom across “Twilight’s Sleep” by James G. Piatt Sugar-sweet memories are those that linger without scorn.They erase the sorrow of dark thoughts on a foggy morn.They are those “The Station” by Sam Hootman Henry liked his job. That surprised a lot of people. Working from ten at night to four in the morning “Traps” by Ash Egan The interview was not going well. Andy had already mumbled his way through six competency-based questions, with follow ups, while “Or T Rex” by David Sydney “All right… An orca, or T Rex?" "T Rex." "How about an ocean crocodile, or T Rex?" It was still “Jeepers” by McKenzie Rae There was one house on Sleepy Eye Road that didn’t decorate for Halloween. It was a two-story, maroon house that “The Last Cops in Oakland” by Leonard Crosby “This mate is in over his head,” Charles says. I shake my head at 1 2 3 … 7 Next »
