By: Jason Zapata As a man in Sana’a I heard their voices The inhuman dialect flooded my mind With images of a vast nameless city Lying in the wastes of…
You think I’d be used to it by now. The initial impact of 2,000 pounds worth of steel and polymers colliding violently into the bumper of the car I was…
By: Jason Zapata Gruesome murders occurred in the winter of 1878 The Indian swift runner would be hung at dawn Guilty of cannibalism or being a wendigo’s pawn I wanted…