yet another nother story fragment probably not going anywhere

This was the week every year when the snapping turtles returned, and the neighbour boy was preparing for it. He laid out careful patterns of rocks and stones in elaborate geometries, here and there stashing bits of lettuce and other vegetables among his seemingly random mineral ley lines. The confusion of columns and divisions gradually…

Another story fragment that’s not going anywhere

She walked with them through the foothills in no particular formation, a scattered crowd sharing the same destination. In front of her was Patson, a man she knew. He’d stood with her husband against the initial assault, where townsmen fell by the score, this morning or two weeks ago, she couldn’t recall. The clouds in…

Why Blood Meridian Sucks

No! say it ain't so. Sure, I find great pleasure galore in the poetic prose of its pages, a textural, substantive satisfaction like A Clockwork Orange or Trainspotting... but it's ultimately a superficial immersion. The sights and sounds and smells and kills of the era convey swimmingly, and in the language the storytelling reflects the…