||A Bomb Built in Hell
It's been a long wait, old friend. You went all-in and never got to cash the ticket, but I know you were never in it for the money. Not any of it. I'll tell you all about it, soon enough. For now, I'll have to settle for telling the truth: if it wasn't for you, none of this would have happened.
||The Life-Style Violent Juvenile
To Richard Soney Allen, the best face-to-face professional in the field of juvenile violence I have ever known, and to the residents and staff of Andros II (1972).
Yale Lee Mandel
Iberus Hacker (a.ka. Dan Marcum)
very different actors
who all left this junkyard of a planet
to work a better room
For Doc, who heard it all while he was down here.
For Mary Lou, who can hear it all now.
For Sam, who finally gave up his part–time job.
And for Bobby, who died trying.
Different paths to the same door.
For Abe, who I never met but have always known.
And for Nathan, who I knew.
Two pieces of the root.
Watching me from someplace above the junkyard.
They don't give medals on this planet
for courage in urban combat.
But there are silver stars shining in the sky
that the astronomers can't explain.
FOR ANDREW MITCHELL
born: October 19, 1985
unearthed: September 6, 1989
you never had a good day on this earth
sleep now, child
a warrior who fought blindness
until the last battle closed her eyes
if love would die along with death,
this life wouldn't be so hard
truth, still shining
Another Chance to Get it Right
Claire Elise McSorley
August 7, 2002
pure summer blossom
tiny life-spark, sudden frost
waiting for full bloom
Tortured far apart
Children of the Secret are
Alone until love
||Down in the Zero|
When winter vanished
I searched, only to find you
Missing and presumed
Batman: The Ultimate Evil
||Footsteps of the Hawk|
for Baby Boy E…
You took Death all the way through the last round.
And got jobbed by the judges.
No more fixed fights for you, little warrior.
Now it's—finally—time to play.
for Ken Saro–Wiwa
a warrior, murdered by jackals
whose voice, unstilled
scars their dishonor into our souls
marking our path
For the indomitable Jack Olsen (July 7, 1925 - July 16, 2002), who spent his life taking long, hard looks ... and reporting back to the rest of us. I'll see you soon enough, old friend.
||Safe House |
for the grief we have harvested
from the evil you have sown
jackals will forever call you coward
and vultures refuse your bones
||Choice of Evil|
for Richard Soney Allen
who hauled the weight until she saw the sun, finally
||Dead and Gone|
for Alicia Jimenez:
jibara, abused child, migrant laborer, garment-district
worker, defender of her family, protector of her neighborhood,
savior of damaged creatures, nurturer of a revolution, mother to
my brother . . . heroine.
all your days on this earth were without rest. always you
waited for it to be your time. always waited in vain.
and now you wait for us.
en nuestros corazones nada ha cambiado. serás adorada y
respetada para siempre. trabajaremos sin descanso para que te
sientas orgullosa de nosotros.
espera pacientemente, Mamá. pronto será como antes fue,
pero sin dolor.
for Skot Travis
defender of every child
but himself. manager of
pain but his own.
a warrior who finally fell.
down in the
Zero, still searching.
give Pansy a marrow bone for me, partner.
Jennifer Lynne Conti Dermody
loved always, loved forever
||The Getaway Man
for . . .
Cammi, Jessie Lee, Johnny the Gambler, Detroit B.,
Bust-Out Victor, Iberus, J.R., Everett, Water Street,
East Gary Express, the Uptown Community Organization,
a whole lot of back roads, and some wrong turns.
and for . . .
Jim Procter, who drove the car.
for . . .
Michael E. Kotler
||Two Trains Running
For my mother and my father
who are as one
for . . .
Eddie Adams, who risked his life to show us the truth;
Joe LaMonte, who finally found his way to the door;
Eddie Little, who fell off the Horse no man can ride forever;
Rex Miller, who told it big;
Son Seals, who left to work a better room;
and for . . .
Steve: childhood pal, crime partner, lover of science, doomed boy.
for . . .
who used her sweet, soft heart to break the cruelest of all chains.
You were never a fat girl to me, beautiful.
Born: August 30, 1958
Profession: Investigative Journalist
Assassinated: October 7, 2006
Legacy: The Immortality of Truth
I know you couldn't wait any longer to be with Dad, but don't fret—I'll be with you both soon enough.
I've got a few things to take care of first.
Yeah, I know . . . I always did.
And you know . . . I always will.
||That's How I Roll
my beloved brother Olaf
29 December 2010 @ 11:30 p.m.
he chose the night to depart
bringing a new star to the sky
a warrior's star, casting its own light
a guidepost to the path of righteousness
a warning to predators
and now the True North for all our tribe
welcomed by Odin
waiting for us
and always, always watching
||Blackjack: A Cross Novel
for Georg Schmidt
husband to the lovely Sibylle, sire of The Mighty Nicolas
the first (and finest) translator of my books into German
You went out on your shield
a warrior to the end
I expected nothing less
And I'll see you soon enough, old friend
You left too quick for us to say goodbye, brother. Hell, you left too quick, period. But you also left a stunning legacy. I'm still listening and learning. And always will be. Next time we meet, we'll both be able to smoke. And maybe even roll down 104, in that Police Auction Special.
Gale, who battled incoming her entire life, never took a backward step, and was cut down way too soon.
When I came to the place we always meet, you were already gone. I miss you, girl. You always knew I understood, without a word exchanged.
Keep watch, now!
I wish I had known sooner
I wish I could have done something
By the time I did, already too late, I know
But I can still hear you, brother
Breathing out that gasoline mist
That always awaits my flamethrower
For structures that should have been condemned
Patience wasn't your specialty—you never could wait;
not for anything. Always driving so hard on teardrop–
slicked roads, keeping your eyes closed so you couldn't
see what was coming. Until you ran off the edge. Now
we'll never get that chance for me to show you how
real horses—not those stick–legged Thoroughbreds
you gave your heart to—duke it out. The next one Big
Syd wins at Cal–X, that's for you. We'll watch that
together...both of us long–distance.
DETECTIVE TOM WOODS
Who walked his last Vertical Patrol
to the topmost floor
who beats the odds to death
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