Brutalist StoriesBrutalist Stories #104 — Behind the Veil“I’m scared,” the child says, looking up at me with swollen eyes, full of tears.Feb 25, 2019Feb 25, 2019
Brutalist StoriesBrutalist Stories #103 — FreedomI step back and take a moment to catch my breath. My knuckles are swollen, the tension in my jaw is so tight I can’t open my mouth to pant…Feb 24, 2019Feb 24, 2019
Brutalist StoriesBrutalist Stories #102 — A Ship to Odessa“What’s your name, child?”Feb 23, 2019Feb 23, 2019
Brutalist StoriesBrutalist Stories #101 — Knee Deep in the DeadTwo battles in life, always. There’s the one out there and the one within. Hard to tell which one is harder. Hard to understand which one…Feb 22, 2019Feb 22, 2019
Brutalist StoriesBrutalist Stories #100 — A Machine to Last a Thousand YearsI push the tip of my hat up with my gloved hand, revealing the dark horizon, silhouettes of the mountains over yonder drew out black…Feb 21, 2019Feb 21, 2019
Brutalist StoriesBrutalist Stories #99 — Black LakeShe is the engine of my ruin.Feb 20, 2019Feb 20, 2019
Brutalist StoriesBrutalist Stories #98 — Temporal ImmensitiesHow long have we been walking now, minutes? Hours? It could have been longer if it weren’t for the idea that at some point we have to feed…Feb 19, 2019Feb 19, 2019
Brutalist StoriesBrutalist Stories #97 — Age of EchoesThere’s always a sadness in leaving, but it can’t mask the idea that the time apart will only make things stronger between us. We are…Feb 18, 2019Feb 18, 2019
Brutalist StoriesBrutalist Stories #96 — I Thought You KnewDead now, skin as wax, she lays in the coffin and stares up at the ceiling of the tomb which will be her final resting place. Silent and…Feb 17, 2019Feb 17, 2019
Brutalist StoriesBrutalist Stories #95 — The Wicked KingWe were stood at the end of the peer holding hands and looking at the sea. Another grey dawn about to break on the horizon, the white…Feb 16, 2019Feb 16, 2019