A Fall Sunday, 2016

Google maps says the bus should have been here at 1:26. It was 1:29 at that point. The bus may have been early, but I had been at the stop for five minutes. More likely, it was late. Seattle in the early fall wasn’t a bad place to wait. It wasn’t raining today, and I … More A Fall Sunday, 2016

Chapter 13:  And They Went West

By, Tyler W Golec “To Azbier?” Malick asked. “That will take months. I wouldn’t return to the Monastery for close to a year. It would never be allowed.” “I’ll create an illusion,” Rylah said. “They’ll think you died. Then you can return as the thought-dead hero. They’ll bake pies for you or something.” “You still … More Chapter 13:  And They Went West


By Tyler Golec   Dreaming of wildfires Stoking them with this Rage filling every crevice Of my just human self Being of Flesh blood and   I dream of wildfires Burning this Anything Burning this Everything Burning this Self And here I am on empty But still burning on Fumes of dreams past Dreams coming … More Wildfires