Somewhere in the Ozarks stands a cabin, behind the cabin a shed, and near the shed an aging young man stripped to the waist chopping wood.  His suspenders dangle from…

The Black Ferret comes a-callin’ Up on the highest floor of the towering Stalin-era excrescence looming in all its bleak and monolithic ugliness above the exact nucleus of downtown Kyiv’s…

We catch up with Josh Davies trekking down a dust-baked trail in the company of a man called Arnie.  Josh has a pair of clodhoppers slung over his shoulders by…

“Sheriff, this here’s the investigator.” “You look pretty young to be looking into other people’s business.” “I am.” “Have a seat,” says the sheriff and then pulls out a bottle,…

Chic Dickie, Diary Entry 6,500: Interview with The Black Ferret Dispensing with all socially and culturally accepted preliminaries, following his signature cry of ‘Lawdy laaawd’, the first thing The Black…

A brief but delightful reprieve from the tortuous Clown Chronicles Once upon a time, there was… a FERRET!!! “Heh-heh-heh…” Now, back in the scarce and paltry days before The Ferret…

Brief reprieve from the tortuous Clown Chronicles, continued Now, as he grew, The Ferret began noticing changes to his body. He was not sure they were good changes, but each…

Saint Stephan reclines in chains against a basement radiator in Northern Podil. His head’s hung forward, in line with a single raised knee, hard bent to steady his otherwise limp…

Dusk has descended on Podil, an end to the intermission that is twilight, extended by the approach of summer, the inevitable triumph of light over night. The prisoner is alone…

Superior sibling crashes Welsh Losser’s office, ruining banner day writing phony memoirs ‘Shortly before I came of age, it struck me as I watched the third and final season of…