Judah Mahay, Author | Page 4 of 26 | Alaska born author who revels in taking science to plausible extremes and grit-strewn reality to the mythic.

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…

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.…

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…

In the Future Sense

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 did not revel in…

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.…

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…

Elohim

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.

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…

Coffee to Soothe the Flame

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…

Author Photos by Adrienne Lauren Photography

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Cedar Hill Cemetery in Port Jefferson, NY was the location for long-overdue author shoot (ten years waiting). I was incredibly blessed to get my author photos updated by Adrienne Lauren Photography. We strolled up and down the rolling hills passing by rusted iron in various levels of decay amidst the…

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Death Wish

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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 into the long strands of nimble shape. Cloaked at once, but then reveals the face. Fine lines betray not an…

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An Idea of Tomorrow

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Pencil drop,A teacher providesOut of pocket.It’s their own dime. Yet, passed amidst discord,She cannot see nor sneerUpon such meager coin.She holds too dearWithout fearHer own dime. Now is the timeTo live…WITHIN our timeTo see that which plaguesOr fellow’s friendAnd to welcome thoseWho learn strifeIs always the days bitter end. Why not…

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