The Stomp Roams Anthology.
Each chapter from Stomp’s history all in one place.
Stomp Bigfoot Harvests Dynamite and Fights Pirates on Chokoloskee
After the Third Seminole War ended in 1858, the remaining remnants of Miccosukee Seminole Indians receded deep into the swamps to preserve their culture and lives. The two- or three-hundred Unconquered People lived amongst the thickets and cypress trees with their roots bundled in the murk. On the Western piece of the Everglades, a European community of…
Stomp Fights Sewer Gators in a Manhattan Speakeasy
It’s Prohibition, 1931. Booze still flows like rainwater. Under the pavement, jazz trios of river otters and salty bartender rats mingle in a Manhattan cantina with smugglers, drifters, and the bullet-riddled bodies washed out through the pipes to the Hudson.
Stomp saves the Revolution for colonial pie
On the dank cloudy night of April 18th, 1775, Joseph Warren summoned Paul Revere to make the ride to Lexington to tattle on the British. What Americans generally don’t know is that there was a s…second rider, William Dawes, who also took off for Lexington. What history also also doesn’t tell is that Dawes and Revere crossed the river and met up with their friend Samuel Prescott at a tavern in Charleston, and Paulie Revere may have shotgunned one too many tankards of Boston brew.
With Paulie passed out in his breeches, the colonials still needed to warn of the British. They needed to warn Samuel Adams and John Hancock they were in danger of arrest. They needed a new rider.
It just so happened there was another young rebel in the tavern, hunched in the shadows, who would do just about anything for pie.
Stomp Fights Sewer Gators in a Manhattan Speakeasy
It’s Prohibition, 1931. Booze still flows like rainwater. Under the pavement, jazz trios of river otters and salty bartender rats mingle in a Manhattan cantina with smugglers, drifters, and the bullet-riddled bodies washed out through the pipes to the Hudson.
Some come for the beer. Some for escape.
One comes to seek any sign of a herd.
Stomp huffs shine and tries to love himself.
In the spring of 2023, I experienced a period of grief, and I wrote a few hundred words at a time for ten weeks. I channeled this sadness into a character that is funny, weird, awkward, absurd, and hopeful. I remember that despite the prominent moments of darkness, all of those traits are also me.