By Richard Godwin
Joshua drew them to their gestation and summoned the night from an open coffin.
He told Emmanuel he was Moses and sent him the sign and showed him the doorway through which they would travel.
By Richard Godwin
Joshua drew them to their gestation and summoned the night from an open coffin.
He told Emmanuel he was Moses and sent him the sign and showed him the doorway through which they would travel.
By Richard Godwin
Emmanuel woke and looked at himself in the mirror.
He looked at his thick lustrous black hair and the manner of his face and considered he would lure women to the farm.
That he would craft their sexual tapestry with his lust and bring them to heat.
By Richard Godwin
The farm lay untenanted for months that passed with the slow resolution of some grim prophecy.
Winter turned and settled a million leaves deep in the soil that acquired new fecundity from the mulch and insects that bred there.
The earth seemed to be ovulating.
And black clouds scudded across the glass screen of the horizon through which Joshua watchfully peered.
By Richard Godwin
He was cradling the broken pony in his child’s hands.