Introduction
When the average circular saw tears through flesh, meat or anything that lives, breathes and bleeds, no matter how long you let it run afterward, the teeth will be sparkling clean when it finally comes to a stop. But the evidence of the damage is still there. Because of its functional design, the blood wells up in the gullets. Those places where the teeth intersect.
The stories in this collection don’t represent the teeth. They represent the spaces in between. Those places where everything else hides. The ugly underneath. Where the underlying messages pool, gel and become an indelible part of the instruments of their deliverance.
Still, and this is just common sense, watch out for the teeth. Without them doing the heavy lifting, the gullets never get fed.
