It is difficult for me to tell the story of our heroes in modern times to a reader who is not familiar with my body of work. Yet, I think it will be easier to acquaint my audience with my own unique circumstances than my vast poetic historical repartee. In another age, one before cars…

Private Detective Chaz Bernos was heading out of his office when the manager called. “Hey man, I know you have a heavy workload, but we have this lady who wants to hire us for a little surveillance job.” Chaz nodded and said, “Sure man, just add it to my files.” “Well, see, she’s in the…

Behind the voodoo shop was a large courtyard with a few picnic tables. This was their makeshift meeting place in the Quarter. The patio was surrounded by buildings on three sides and had a ten foot high wall with a gate that opened onto St. Ann Street. As George, Buddha, and Max all arrived with…

Beep Beep Mrs. Cara had been holding the comatose Bobby’s hand, letting the pulse of the machine remind her that he lived. There were dozens of tubes and bags all working in conjunction with the machines to sustain Boogie’s life. The room at Charity Hospital was fairly chilly. The hospital liked to keep the rooms…

When he had been roused back to consciousness by Mrs. Muriel, Buddha sat up and Mr. Curtis snatched the old fedora from Buddha’s head. He started trying to shape the hat, then looked at Buddha disapprovingly when the hat didn’t fit just right. Buddha shook his head and thought, ‘Yeah, it’s him.’ Spider grabbed Buddha’s…

A bright yellow school bus creaked to a noisy halt and a platoon of rambunctious uniformed children spilled out, happy to be through another day of school. Prince Love was at his usual place seated across from a pointy-haired punk rocker clad in a leather spiked jacket adorned on the back with a huge Misfits…

7th Ward Hard Heads, Latin Kings, Men of Blood, psychics, hookers, gutter punks, and pastry chefs all filed past her coffin. There was no distinction of rank or file, no order or clique-ish unity. A sea of black and gold Latin Kings were interspersed among the visceral bloods and accented with the bright blue of…

They were working through the gate at St. Vincent’s when Bobby said, “Live it up, little bro, ‘cause that could be you knocked out next time.” “Actually that’s the first fight I’ve ever been in.” “And he fights dirty. I saw the brass knuckles from a block away,” interrupted Julian Polk coming through the gate…

The boys took Jackson over to Magazine and walked past all the antique shops and junk stores for a change of scenery. They were confronted by a hideous demonic yell that made George wonder if the gates of Hell themselves had been unleashed. The noise was unlike anything George had ever heard on Earth before.…