He always smelled a little of the rendering plant’s particular post-mortem, and of cigarettes, and the smell lingered in his wake. He only smoked at the plant, on breaks. Everyone in the rendering business smokes. They all have the same reason.… more
Writer: Steve Passey
On the Architecture of the Divine
FICTION by Steve PasseyThere is, in an anthill, a logic, an architecture, beyond what humans can conceive of. The ants, without thought, build from the order in their souls placed into them by the divine.… more
The Ogre
FICTION by Steve Passey“O Father! – chiefly known to me by Thy rod – mortal or immortal, here I die”
H. Melville “Moby Dick”… more
In Line at Walmart With All the Other Damned
FICTION by Steve PasseyWe used to be worth something. … more
Laying on Hands
FICTION by Steve PasseyFrom incarceration to Jesus to Walmart, the reverse chronology of an American life.… more
Forty-Five Minutes of Unstoppable Rock
FICTION by Steve Passey“We come in a rental car, white or black or silver, and we bring with us the “Notice to Quit” and the lawsuit. Sometimes the houses are empty, the owner gone with the foreclosure notice. They slink away to another place to forget this place and these times… more
