The Secret Weapon: Poems and short stories

The Secret Weapon: Poems and short stories by David L Major epub pdf fb2

Title: The Secret Weapon: Poems and short stories
Author: David L Major
ISBN10: 1468125877
ISBN13: 978-1468125870
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (December 26, 2011)
Language: English
Subcategory: Short Stories & Anthologies
Size PDF: 1835 kb
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Rating: 4.8/5
Votes: 261
Pages: 170 pages
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The Secret Weapon: Poems and short stories by David L Major

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A collection of short stories and poems, one of which is named "The Secret Weapon". If there absolutely has to be some kind of theme underlying the assortment, then it is probably to be found in orbit around a star named Mythpunk, with, this being a binary system, apparently, a lot of tidal influence from a large planet known as Steampunk. Because we are allowed 4,000 characters in this blurb, it seems a good place to play the title track: THE SECRET WEAPON The Secret Weapon, in a black, unblinking eye, stares the auger down, stares down the changeless height. The figure lies suspended on its gurney. Below that glowering cloud, all black and strung, the Secret Weapon holds aloof, interred inside its shroud — The Secret Weapon trundles forth, alone in folds of falling, slitherine cloth. Illiterate ink blows in, across from the north, inclement weather in great awful gobs of incoherent sloth, and shadows black as sin that make no sense at all are cast everywhere. In neoclassical repose the Secret Weapon rests a while, and waits; the winding gear turns, and while the torque is yet too green to pass from the handle, near the feet reclined, to the axles, where a training wheel waits, in time the Enemy will come... In dark clouds of falling silk and ink and lines that red and thin define the scene to the satisfaction of the counting machines, in Arabic and Roman, in letters large and proud and strong, that even on close inspection have no seams and next to no interior doubt as to what they mean; The Secret Weapon is not so secret now; parked in plain remorseless view, she lies upon the gurney. In one black eye, the Secret Weapon tests the lie of the tyrant’s changeless height, below the folds of falling ink, descending like the night — and now, and more, for all of time, in one unblinking, black, untroubled eye, the Secret Weapon turns her gaze for all of time to the endless secret of the sky. - - - - - - - - All told, there are eight short stories, and 21 poems.