Take It From The Top: Greg Kihn


“The blues descended on Vincent Shives like the ashes of some distant fire. It drifted in the air until it fell on his shoulders, carrying the memory of magnificent flames. He walked ghostly through the swamp, albino skin glowing in the platinum radiance of a full moon. He’d been followed for a while by some teenagers who called after him until they realized where he was going. Then they dropped off fast. That had been over an hour ago.”

(Greg Kihn’s “Mojo Hand (Special Warfare),” 1999)

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