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…

In The Beginning Was Logos

Published: Sick Lit Magazine, 7/27/2016. In the beginning was not a primordial mass. In the beginning was knowledge. In the beginning was logos. And in the end, there was nothing.…

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.…

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…

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…

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…

What is Fear

The image created for this story is a purchasable NFT art you can find on the OpenSea Marketplace and Crypto.com/NFT Marketplace. Fitful, he ponders its meaning. John hasn’t moved the…

In the Future Sense

Published: Harrisburg Magazine, 5/6/2022. You assumed too much. The world would be fine without you. In this, you were dreadfully wrong. The stars did not sing your praise. The Earth…

Poetry, Works

Realities Afar

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a toddler cradled / no clasped / in desperate arms / his bicep quakes / he knows how / ill-suited his talent,

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FICKLESMACK

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I / Am me. / MY / Toes, / Wiggle them / Out the window. / Shh...no one has to know.

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Elohim

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A shard of the Holy Ghost / with a fragment of the Father / along with a dusting of the Son, / to extract the impurities, / for flux.

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NFT art, Poetry, Works

Waiting for the End

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The image above is a purchasable crypto NFT art on the OpenSea Marketplace. And here I stand Open Hand The heavens bleed on my palm I wait The burn I sweat Life verified by this heat My mind seared with opiate memories I pace Embittered, waiting for death Stalling till…

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