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Babylon Weeping
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๐ŸŒ™ Southern Gothic in the Hill Country ๐ŸŒ™

My debut novel, Babylon Weeping, has found a home on the shelves of two Texas bookstores:
๐Ÿ“ The Twig Book Shop, San Antonio
๐Ÿ“ The Boerne Bookshop, Boerne

A dark, atmospheric tale of Storyville—New O
Chronos

And I saw the ringed one turning in his black pasture,
hooves of ice grinding the dust of the dead stars,
and at his crown the storm in its sixfold throne,
the hexagon set in the heavens
like a seal upon the last covenant.

And the number wa
Eclipse

And it came to pass
when the day went blind
and the moon came down like a thief at a gallop
snatching the sun in her silver teeth.

The world was a church gone dark,
tin roofs trembling beneath the breath of the abyss,
and the dogs rose up i
Babylon Weeping by Johnny Neil
Out September 1

Terminal Season

There is no truth in whiskey—
the great liar.
Only here, in red-wine afternoons,
can we see each other’s hearts,
slow as the sun in its drowning,
deep as the stain on the to
Requiem On Dauphine

New Orleans,
crooked-toothed darling,
backslidden beauty—
I found you twitching under a rosary of streetlamps
where boys with brass lungs sob into bent horns
and girls walk barefoot through bar glass
like pain don’t c
The Rain That Named Me

The rain started talking and would not hush,
tongue of the hills and the hollowed gorge,
rattling the tin-roof prayers of men,
unraveling the banners of July.
It fell like war on the river’s back
and brought the mountain
New Orleans, 1900.
A city on fire.
A love story in ruin.
A darkness that feeds.

“She faced the woman in the glass. No girl looked back. Only a blade, tempered and waiting.”

Babylon Weeping
Out Sept 1. Pre-order now.
Link in bio.

#Babyl
Every second, every salt-lipped minute,
every hour ringing in the bone clock of day,
you crumble in my hand like ash,
the grey breath of love burnt down to whisper.

I reach for you in the hush-thick night
where no star sings and no footfall follows.

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