Most were one trick ponies like the gorgon girl. Once someone knew the trick it wasn’t likely to work again.

I met the girl again when I was 18. I saw her get carried out of the ring after her first real fight. It was an unarmed fight, but still one of the more brutal ones I’d seen. The only advantage she’d had in the first blood fights was that they ended quick after blood was drawn. Even...

It’s not uncommon in this profession to drift off to sleep with bruises and untended wounds. At the end of the day I’m lucky to fall onto the pile of blankets I call a bed instead of passing out on the cracked concrete. The exhaustion tonight is no different. I need to get home. I think I dislocated a few ribs again. Arms I can pop back in, ribs I need Jinsie or Medda’s help with. The twinge in my...

Earth split open. A spiderweb of cracks. Some filled with water, others swallowed cities. One such city was Fairbanks Alaska. 

14 hours before the rifts. 

Winter ended after putting my truck through three months of -30 degree weather. The school year was over and so was my lease. My truck, affectionately named Baby and called much worse when I was working on her, had a bench seat in the back. Wi...

Cleansing is filthy work

To make pure the stained

When darkness creeps into fibers of white thread, swearing to never be rid of its place

Seeping into the cracks and crevasses

Broken seams, torn by time and tales

When ripped open that clean soul

Tossed to filth, drug through mud

Black in heart, pieces lost,

Never to be whole again

What terrible task to cleanse

What painful thought

To beco...

Smooth and shimmering,

Sea and sun shining to blind

Far more blinding, the glow of gold

Oh to lose the eyes of heart

Blind to greed, blind to want, blind to worry

To see with smell of salt and red of sun behind blind eyes

To taste what riches bless those hands

Soft glint of blood, a drop of life

Far out weights the weight of wealth

What light to guide, what path those feet would trod

Light of sun ...

You’re heavy.

Something I’d never say to you.

I carry you as an obligation, a nessesity, a privilege.

Something I never wanted to take upon my shoulder,

But something I would never choose to shrug off.

I hate to have only you,

But wish you’d never leave me.

If the day were to ever come,

Should the fate I dread be true,

I would sigh in peace,

Be light of foot and calm of mind,

But I’m sure i...