Praise for Zeus Is Dead. A SHADOW IN THE FLAMES. A MEMORY IN THE BLACK. A DRAGON AT THE GATE. Four Fantastical Ways to Lose Your Fingers. The Writing of Michael G.

Slipstream Poetry and Stories from the Dreamscapes. Hollowed Grounds 22 February, 2011. We walk across the hollowed grounds. Emptied by what has passed before. No reverence for what has been lost. No piety for what remains. In between the petrified roots winding down into veins of stones. No deity formed from the stains of spirits and souls. Which echo through the hollow soils. In the darkening we wander. The soils washed away, no ashes left to plume.