Judah Mahay, Author
  • Willow

    Published: Mississippi Crow Magazine, Fall 2009. Willow, of a specter’s dream, breatheYou fell lightly down the dew-covered wellLike a broken feather your bones whistleCaught up in the wind of your endYou forget whyWhat ironyIt dispels all that is youCrack against the dry bottomIt becomes uselessYou don’t even remember who pushed

  • Lord of the Dome

    “Little rats, all my little rats.” The Lord of the Dome inhaled the damp rotten air with an impish grin, staring down upon the sniffing masses of his devoted followers. “Yes, yes. Drip goes the water to the tune, no gloom, of my glorious realm.”

  • Self-Actualization

    We all begin within our selves and somehow along the way we become lost within the mess of living. Some of us never find our way back home, but wander amidst the tangle of experiences and knowledge, which they try to call self. I pity them, because I find myself peer. It is here that life is formed. In the twitching and flopping of existence that we experience life in it’s darkest and liveliest. Or so it seems. As we…