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John Lombard
- Apr 7
A Banquet for the Swine God
Sometimes, Tripitaka wished the demons would just eat him. After they pounced on him in a swirl of fangs and horns and yellow eyes, he...
John Lombard
- Mar 1
Prince John v the Salad King of Merrie Olde England
The plaintiff: John, Prince of England. Brother to absent King Richard. Stewards a forfeit realm from a brittle cuckoo court. Dubbed...
John Lombard
- Jan 14
The Hot Chip and Gravedigging Club
Before you can dig up a grave, you’ve usually got to get over a fence. Ribbon aimed a lasso onto one of the pickets, to give us a rope to...
John Lombard
- Dec 28, 2023
The Lights
Let me tell you about the city. At first, it’s a dot of fire on the horizon. Then you get closer, and you see buildings jutting up like...
John Lombard
- Nov 19, 2023
The Beans of Production
I found the little cutie hiding in the coffee grinds. He poked his head out and looked around. He wore a red pointed cap over a smooth,...
John Lombard
- Oct 8, 2023
The Hands of the People
We open on a soldier, Swiss, battered and dishevelled, emaciated from a month’s dreary confinement, now wrenched into the bleary light,...