Alsamer J GrossThe DreamIt was always past midnight when my wicked mind refused to allow myself to wander into the blessed realm of sleep. Often I would find…Nov 4, 20211Nov 4, 20211
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Alsamer J GrossThe GoblinsThe Pine Mountain ridge of eastern Kentucky is home of many things old and forgotten. The range itself is weathered by time, more so than…Oct 16, 2021Oct 16, 2021
Alsamer J GrossThe ButcherHans Grundlewald was hunched over his meat grinder, his broad curved back arching over the sod-ridden machine like a bent tree over a…Oct 1, 2021Oct 1, 2021