Unlike The Hunched Cornish, there’s really not that much mystery to The Half Guinea; in fact, almost none at all. In short, he was a Roman soldier who mocked Christ…

Proceeding from a possibly mistaken premise that the question of who and/or what The Hunched Cornish is, is a nagging one for our Distinguished Readers, the following essay will be…

But then I, Saint Stephan, lose the thread. But then I, Saint Stephan, also lose the plot, which had been connected to the thread. Not a good thing. Am I…

Because 3’s The Charm!!! “What is it with these people? Baring their teeth like wolves? Screaming through their noses? Swaying, shaking, rocking their heads? Can these really be those people?…

Narrated as seen through the eyes of Steve Kowalski, laying bare his Racially White blue-collar, Polish-American, Roman Catholic façade to reveal the raving antisemite beneath Lo, as I slowly and…

It is just after four o’clock and dead-winter darkness has fallen upon war-embattled Kyiv. Steve Kowalski, who loiters outside the secret and undisclosed offices of Kyiv Unedited media publications and…

Suddenly looking troubled, and perplexed, Dickerson darts his worried eyes over and down at the big, bucket-like drawer of his standard-issue detective’s desk. Say, Dirk – there aren’t, by any…

‘Just take a look at the sheer presumption of this fucking prick, John Smith, as he filed a wintertime story in late January of 2018, and had the gumption to…

As the great French literary critic Roland Barthes sort of wrote: The author performs a function, the writer, an activity. The author is more like a priest; the writer, more…