Paul Haeder: The house is sky burled with wheat penetrating winds, light with stove lids open, wolves in the night standing down stars, a glacial weight on their world.
Paul Lojeski: This unfriendly winter, especially dark and rough heralding in, as it will, a change in kings: one quiet, suave killer replaced by a loud, fist-swinging would-be-thug emperor always yelling, threatening blood curses upon his enemies, any wicked souls who dare disagree with his sour bloviations.
Paul Lojeski: Anger strangles light before those cursed eyes like red lava smothering warm hearts, the hate they hold tight in soured souls their guiding angel.
Paul Lojeski: The great stone hall of history, silent and indifferent, has seen it all before: the gathering of oppression, excited and frenzied to bloody flesh and bone, thundering across the landscape like a pack of starving wolves.
Stephen Toskar: Twice convinced us we can do it and twice they tried to prove we can’t. Got some serious pipes too. Made us tear up at “Amazing Grace” when there’s nothing amazing about grace down here.