A very short story published in Brand Magazine |
There is only ever one sport in the futureby J.E.A. WallaceI'm putting my fighting money on the smaller robot; the half-finished girl in the oil stained coat. I know the monstrous metal thing stood op...
Posted by on Tue, 05 May 2009 07:47:00 GMT |
A story published in Volume Magazine |
Nocturne by J.E.A. WallaceIt occurred to him, as the bombs were falling, that theyd found where the shooting stars fall. That every one hed ever seen had always come down in the same place. And now...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 03:59:00 GMT |
A Christmas poem published |
The Ice Stormby J.E.A. Wallace She looked pretty in her runaway party dressIt shone red beneath the dim chandeliersAnd the blood beneath her fingernailsChatters to her saying 'let's get out of here' B...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 11:22:00 GMT |
Another published poem |
Home is a forearm sweep across the foreheadBy J.E.A. Wallace thesewannabe/ina/deckchair/midmorningswhere you feel very, very far from home from the slow crash of the wavesand the gentle swish of those...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 01:44:00 GMT |
My first published poems |
Murder at the Circus (part 1)by J.E.A. WallaceOutside the circus, a dead man gathers snowHis memories leak into the dirty wet sugarAnd a cheer goes up from a close farawayOn a break, between trees, a ...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 16:16:00 GMT |
my first published story |
Misty Mundae's Bodyguard by J.E.A.Wallace The only customer of a beat up diner in Ocean City, New Jersey waits patiently for the waitress to finish putting napkins in the dispensers and ashtrays on th...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 01:17:00 GMT |
