Mount Harmon is where I have lived my whole life, where I tell this tale from my childhood. Its one of these small towns in New England where everybody knows each other, the kind of place that looks like it hasn’t changed in fifty years. The biggest attraction is...

Johnny Ringo and the Howlah are both locally made (to me) by Beast Feast Maine. Howlah a good bit hotter, both have a bit of a barbecue thing going on. Tasty and im sure will see some good usage The little vial of Don Gady is the other newbie...

"...Not going to let up until tomorrow afternoon, expect snowfall to reach anywhere from-""...As two of the league's top players prepare to square off this evening... It'll come down to the defensive-""...A passage that comes to me often, when navigating these difficult times. In life, we are compelled-""...You can...

Respirator. Breathe in the canistered air. Pulmonary bliss. Eyes remain shut tight, refusing to behold the abject bleakness of the sterilized and blinding whiteness that surrounds me.Here in the darkness it is safest, here the sights come from within. Memories drift and wane, converge and eclipse- circling the drain...

I was just thinking about this after running into an old coworker.Back in my teens I worked at the most pathetic snow tubing hill you'll ever find. It was tinier than a bunny hill. Thing was, there really wasn't much to do in the winter in this area, so...

Hospital food is the worst. Even when you're dying of cancer they still serve you the same inedible slop. I'd been trying to scoop an impenetrable pile of something that resembled mashed potatoes with a flimsy spork when Marshall arrived."Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked, surprised to...

The ceremony begins. We sit, nine of us in a circle. In the center it awaits. It is passed from one to another, where it begins and where it ends is inconsequential.A drink from the cup, the bowl, the urn. The taste is bitter and unkind on its way...

"Sarah?"The first word out of my mouth is followed by an excruciating emptiness as I regain consciousness. The light in my eyes obscures the figures surrounding me, various medical devices in hand. I want to lift my head, the muscles in my neck refuse to oblige."Where is she?" I...

It's always the ones who think they can handle it that never can. They ask, they beg, they exude a confidence that gets stripped away from them the moment they finally come to face it. They're the ones who would spend the rest of their existence screaming and staring...

I hated my brother. And sure, that sounds like motive right there. But I didn't kill him, I swear. Maybe I was jealous, fine. Hard pressed to get me to disagree with that. I suppose it began when he arrived. He wasn't born, see. He just kind of suddenly...