Judah Mahay, Author

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.…

Angels in Despair

Noah whispered to the bundle in his arms as a passing breath of wind raked across his skin. “So you’re the last Hope. I’ll do my part. You’ll get to…

The Trees of Evermore, Forevermore, Nevermore

The forest watched Jared run. He could feel their eyes on him, even if he didn't believe it. He had grown to love these woods, and today he felt a…

Death Wish

The rush of wind forms into words. “If you could know what it is to die, to experience it, to be one with it, would you?” The shadows draw together…

The Human Quotient

The human quotient fractures, lost, pitted against itself. Time repeats. The past and the present are the future. The hum of dissecting life reverberates. :: Replay core protocol :: We…

Poetry, Works

Soul Fairy

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You wish to feelYou wish to beYou wish for everythingThen pay the feeBroke you sayNot a penny or a dimeYou have a soulThen rich you are to me You wish to feelYou wish to beYou wish for everythingThen pay the feeA little soul for meTickles the lipsSweet sweet soul from…

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Short Stories, Works

Coffee to Soothe the Flame

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Laughter, with hints of youthful vile and ignorance, echoed down her alley, a path brimmed with stench and decay, hacked into a hidden alcove in the Chelsea District. This great New York City, not a comfort, was still her home. Cassandra lifted her eyes at the hollow sound, her long…

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Multimedia Art

Watermill Residency Gallery

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Below is photo documentation of my January 2010 artist residency at the Watermill Center, where I worked on a collection of stories called the Watermill Grimoire.

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Flash Fiction, Works

Arhat

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Written for the Watermill Grimoire Project. “Welcome to the Archive. I am Arhatta, but if it suits you call me Arhat.” Stillness kept the calm soothed, stillness of my heart, untouched by calamity, vice, or vitality. Death not kin, but rebirth conquered by the brahmacarya, by the culmination of life.…

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