It was a Tuesday, just before midnight, not that it mattered. Monsters of flesh and bone were well known to haunt Chicago’s labyrinthian streets after the sun made its way across the Illinois sky. These were dangerous hours on any night, hours that all but the most foolish, or foolhardy, would gladly have chosen to avoid. Those compelled to leave the sanctuary of their homes during those foreboding hours did so with a sic...

The Devils Hunt Sit ye lad And have a drink And buy a pint for me. I'll tell ye a tale as black as ink Of my last trip to sea Have ye heard o' the Essex lad? Perhaps ye heard the tale? She was a grand and stately ship, Stout of mast and sail. Aye the Essex was a mighty ship And of her we did regale And on her decks we sailed the sea to hunt the great sperm whale We set out from the grey waters off Nantucket sound And made...

My tears were all dry, gone, with yesterday’s pain Like morning dew They were lost in the rain Perhaps I was free Or rather suppressed Memories of her And my love gone to rest. But come from the dark In unwelcome pain Loneliness and sorrow To rest in my brain. And again, I’m reminded Of the joy that was lost And the bleak shadows Of her tomorrows loss. So, to amber protection And alcohol’s bliss I drink to her And pour he...