Hit and Run

Standing outside of the Church

Windy and cold, you approach

Salvation army clothes

Quickly, direct, practiced

No wasted motion

No faked emotion

Have a dollar for the bus, friend?

Pavlovian, I fork over the fare

You dip your head

Gratitude perhaps, not shame

And retreat into shadow

No buses there

I suburbanite, walk away

Shaky in shock

The strike so fast

I stumble on the sidewalk

More money in my pocket

I could have given

Wanted to give

My city roots screaming

Sucker, sap, softy

What would I do the next time?   

The world is young, dark, and rough. But the bright light of civilization illuminates the highly advanced Island Nation of Athlan, a country of order, balance, and progress.

However, the world is changing, and what is solid becomes fractured. Amidst this epic era of devolution, the never-ending cosmic battle for control of earth has centered on Athlan. While celestial forces gather, wielding power unimagined, the Marfach Gardai, human defenders of Athlan, ready themselves for the final conflict with the lethal, mindless Armies of the Night. Athlanians, great and small, men and women, will die in bloody droves, incapable of understanding or escaping their fate as Great Athlan destroys itself. Witnessing the battle for her planet, Mother Earth joins the fray with a small but extremely potent cadre of once-women who defend the earth with their lives. In the end, everyone will become a pawn on the empyrean board of life and death, and the game is in doubt . . .