Mortal Gods: "I Am Chaos"I Am Chaos"
By Paul Hair
"I am chaos," the young man in the clown hair and thick glasses told his captive audience. "But you may call me, ‘Josh,’ because I like joshing around." He paused and then forced out a fake laugh for all to hear. "And I’m going to spread my joshing throughout all of New York, the center […]
Mortal Gods: "I Am Chaos"I Am Chaos"
By Paul Hair
"We want people to understand just how evil the whole system of patriarchy is," Trent said while chewing food. "The world doesn’t just have a white person problem; it has to address the male problem as well." "That’s why we’re also having female artists exclusively on the new General Truth," Derrick told them. "Macadam already […]
Mortal Gods: "I Am Chaos"I Am Chaos"
By Paul Hair
"Excellent!" Yolanda said as the others laughed. She reached over to Mi and grabbed her bare knee, and Mi looked back and giggled. Trent snorted sharply two or three times and then cleared his throat very loudly after that. "You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to get the Sedition bigshots to sign off on […]
Mortal Gods: "I Am Chaos"I Am Chaos"
By Paul Hair
"As you know, everyone writing about superheroes really had to up their game once superhumans became a reality. So we spent some time thinking about what we wanted to do and how we could make it as exciting as possible. And here’s the story arc we came up with. "It begins with General Truth as […]
Mortal Gods: "I Am Chaos"I Am Chaos"
By Paul Hair
Caitlin had wanted to go straight home after work. She was exhausted. First she had to go to the Queens office. Then she had to go to the off-site meeting with the potential client. And then her boss wanted her back at the Manhattan office to work on a project the other team was failing […]
Maine Cottage
By Audie Cockings
Ashen granite underfoot gelid tide at my ankle birch in the wind a rocky shoreline. Loons wade alongside children minnows to find berries to eat a weightless afternoon. Weathered gray shingles, mossy rooftop screened in porch bright heavens, salt marsh in gloaming reflection. Early morning, crisp dawn cots damp with dew young ones stir as […]
