Leaving Ogygia

Bounding the steep acclivities which seethed Upon the deep, some remnants of his raft— Spars and their fastenings—withheld the sea From closing upon the man its watery folds. Beyond the spiring waves, the heavens shook With thunder. A towering wave advanced Over the dreadful aspect of the ocean, Aspiring to conceal the heavens, And toppled upon him, dashing the man From what remained of… Continue reading Leaving Ogygia

C. H. Christie’s The Oyster Pirates (1973) | A Review

"Barton masterminded the deal. He knew a lot about the oyster business. But that was all he knew." — The Oyster Pirates, Adam, March, 1973, Vol. 54, No. 4 In shuffling through old archives I recently stumbled across Adam Magazine, a curious mixture of erotica, corny comedy sketches and pulp fiction. The stories were of… Continue reading C. H. Christie’s The Oyster Pirates (1973) | A Review

Todesregel Isle (Part V)

Villavic sat upon a large flat stone before the crackling fire, his lean body hunched, chin upon his entwined and roughened fingers, knuckles rough as sand. The rock-sitter's tatterdemalion companions told him their tales; of their lives and loves and losses and how they were swept into the scouring-purge for mechanical heresy. After they had… Continue reading Todesregel Isle (Part V)

Todesregel Isle (Part III)

Villavic thanked the waif for her pains and she responded with but a vacant stare and together they bound Gunter at the wrists and ankles with the twine from the flour sacks as half the party moved into the cave. The waif wanted to go with Villavic but he insisted she stay and he and… Continue reading Todesregel Isle (Part III)

Todesregel Isle (Part II)

The scavenger watched the newcomers from a tor-borne perch above the marsh. They had found the body. It was only a matter of time until those that had put it there found them. He did not envy them their predicament. * Villavic and the hundred and nineteen cast-aways trudged up out of the marsh to… Continue reading Todesregel Isle (Part II)

Todesregel Isle (Part I)

The wind hissed and twined like ethereal snakes above the taiga. All was silent save the cawing of crows who high-circled the heads of the prisoners on the creaking ferry and they one hundred and twenty in number, all chained and over-watched by guards who moved pendulously, left to right, machine guns at-the-ready, eyes masked… Continue reading Todesregel Isle (Part I)