Text-to-speech audio booklet of Angry-Spirit's short story, Blown Head, Black Dance provided for those who prefer to listen rather than read.
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
Part 3 of Giovanni Dannato's mini-novella, Apostasy.
The heat of the newly risen sun cut like a thousand scythes across Miner 457's arching body as he toiled in the layered soil. The strip mine was expansive. Total area of four-hundred feet by five hundred feet, sinking down with mechanical specificity some fifty-five feet below ground. It was one of fourteen which dotted… Continue reading Reclaimer: Episode I
Art as a directional model for human action. All human endeavors bespeak of ourselves; such is the case with fiction, which gives form and function to the nebulous, scattered and fevered energy of the brain’s wild imaginings which roil up from from the instinctual chasm. -Brief Primer on Fiction Writing, Part. 3 In the… Continue reading Sex, Violence, Death, Toil: A Brief Primer on Fiction Writing, Prt.4
[Contains spoilers] From his very first scene in Pitch Black one understands Riddick as a feral, disturbed individual. Animalistic in his lust for both sex and blood. Ruthless in his dispatchment of anyone who would seek to impede him from whatever it is he pleases to do. In the beginning narration of Pitch Black's sequel,… Continue reading Riddick, Patriarchy & Modern Masculinity
Who they were. “A sans culotte, you rogues? He is someone who always goes about on foot. [He] has not got the millions you would all like to have… [He] has no chateaux, no valets to wait on him… He is useful because he knows how to till a field, to forge iron, to use… Continue reading The Sans-Culotte & The Modern Right