Judah Mahay, Author

Short Story “Death Wish”

Published in Sick Lit Magazine, 3/16/2017. | The rush of wind forms into words. “If you could know what it is to die, to experience it, to be…one with it,…

Poem “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…

Short Story “The Trees of Evermore, Forevermore, Nevermore”

Published in The North Shoreian Magazine, The Writer's Issue, Volume 1, Issue 9, September 2008. | The forest watched Jared run. He could feel their eyes on him, even if…

Short Story “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…

Short Story “Soul Requisition”

Published in Pinky Thinker Press, Issue 11, 5/2/2024. | "Soul Requisition" is an experimental story of an irate AI demanding a soul.

Poetry, Short Works

Poem “Respite”

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We all carry a hope for respiteSuch wishful plightsLet us remember the night We yearnAnon the sightWe look to said yonderAway whence we cameTo houses sterile and newAnd untouch glades, lush, unwalkedOnly to watch Forgone childish play, childish toys Yes, the magic diesWith a sighOur skin crinklesOur eyes narrowOur souls hunched in…

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Blog, Press

North Shoreian Magazine’s Creative Column

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Judah was interviewed for the Creatives column in an article entitle Judah Mahay: Modern Day Renaissance Man, which focuses on interesting people who live on Long Island. Go to page 32 to find the article. Read Article

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Multimedia Art, Short Works

Flash Fiction “Drool”

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The text is a stream of consciousness piece, also called “drool,” I wrote about a guy in an insane asylum. You can read it in its entirety here.

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Poetry, Short Works

Poem “Gone”

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I, as you, walk down this road of broken glassIt dulls the mind with discord – memory It is instinct to look back What else is there to do, but move on to feeble hopeLost is the string of the grey stained pathThe pavement is crackedThe land withers in the mirror of the glazed…

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