Fiction Writer’s Compendium: Drug Street Names

Editor's note: Provided below are a lengthy list of popular street-names (slang) for a wide variety of drugs, both legal and illicit. A 'drug' being define in the pharmacological sense of a non-nutritional substance of known structure, which when ingested, produces a biological effect. In addition to elucidating the general public, I hope this list… Continue reading Fiction Writer’s Compendium: Drug Street Names

The Silence & The Howl | Part 20

§.20 "Yo. Someone asking bout you at the front." Damion turned from the fat man with whom he was sharing a beer to the lanky, bejeweled man before him. "And he is?" "Don't know. Never seen him before. Some white boy." "What about me is he asking?" "Asking to speak to you." "Everyone wants a… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 20

Hinterland

Hinterland — “a place of exile” “We all carry within us our places of exile, our crimes, and our ravages.  But our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to fight them in ourselves and in others.” —Albert Camus, The Rebel Prologue      The boy felt like a giant, seated on… Continue reading Hinterland

The Silence & The Howl | Part 11

§.11 Harmon woke to the hot rays of the sun licking his loose and stimulated body. He inhaled the aroma of his basement room; stale beer, drywall and wood, plaster, steel and warm dust, relishing the tincture as might a perfumist a bag of potpourri. He stretch and looked to his left. Lyla was gone.… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 11

The Silence & The Howl | Part 2

CHAPTER TWO Harmon awoke with the rising of the light. He ran his hands through his hair, wild and dark as raven-down. He stretched and cracked his neck and leaned out on the tips of his toes til he fell to the floor, catching himself before his face collided with the spotless concrete of his… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 2

Blown Head, Black Dance

I hear his poorly maintained car before I get around the bend. The cabin is lit, since it is almost dark. Everything that Erin did seemed stupid, yet he had never been arrested. He conducted himself with a righteousness. Confidence I guess is a better camouflage than paranoia, a camouflage I should learn, since I… Continue reading Blown Head, Black Dance

The Opposition Identity of the Anti-Tribe

I've long been skeptical of the negation crew, the "anti" crowd, those individuals or groups who when asked who they are and what they stand for reply, "I am against X!" There are the "skeptics" who are wholly against all and any religions; the SJWs who are wholly against anything that they perceive as masculine,… Continue reading The Opposition Identity of the Anti-Tribe