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Posted on October 31, 2019February 7, 2020 by A. J. Sahnow

My God is a Gun

My God is a Gun, translated into English in 2013 by the late Melvin Milo Melbern from a Spanish translation of an anonymous and untitled Quechuan text, is an anomaly in the history of translation.

Posted on October 11, 2019March 14, 2020 by A. J. Sahnow

Chaos Rains, Chapter 3: Godspeed You, Black Emperors

In which the party combat a local menace, and uncover betrayal and subterfuge.

Posted on June 18, 2018February 27, 2020 by A. J. Sahnow

I Am Not Dead Yet

I stab myself through the head with a serrated blade, but I am not dead yet. The story continues.

Posted on May 20, 2018February 7, 2020 by A. J. Sahnow

The Mutt is the Greatest Breed of Dog

I had no idea where I was, and the landscape outside – nondescript dying farmer’s fields – weren’t helping me none either.

Posted on September 17, 2017September 24, 2020 by A. J. Sahnow

Notation

The cadence starts in C, as if to tease the major scale, but it loses all tonal sense instantaneously. The instrument it is played on does not exist: could not exist.

Posted on June 10, 2017February 7, 2020 by A. J. Sahnow · 2 Comments

Acquaintances

I met somebody at work today. There was something about his eyes that rang hollow like the kind of expression I imagine people see me to have.

Posted on February 23, 2017February 7, 2020 by A. J. Sahnow

Something’s Coming

The collar of my shirt is soaked through, and my feet are sweating so much that it feels as if I’m walking through a swamp. The girl behind the counter asks me for ID, and I take out my provisional driving licence.

Posted on February 6, 2017February 7, 2020 by A. J. Sahnow

Voted Most Likely to Succeed

Drawing near to the end now. I’m ready for it. I think. Been waiting for them to come for me for a while now. It’s a nice room – not too cold, not too warm. Full air conditioning, what a rarity – and it’s quiet for miles around.

Posted on January 23, 2017February 7, 2020 by A. J. Sahnow · 1 Comment

How He Knows About the Noose

Somebody knocks on my door and I try to stand but fall back down. I try to stand again and this time my legs grace me with regular use and I stumble to the door with the bottle of beer in my hand. I open the door.

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