There’s a moment in music history—etched deep but rarely spoken—when you realize greatness isn’t always loud. It doesn’t always fill stadiums or flash across selfies in neon lights. Sometimes, it walks quietly among us, buying morning coffee, humming to the tune of its own scars. That’s Roy Dawson, and for the real music lovers, that na… Read More

Let me tell you something—this Earth Angel, Master Magical Healer, sat down—tired. So tired I could’ve given myself an old-fashioned whooping for burning the midnight oil, making beats that’ll only drop when I say so. When you’re a lone wolf, you’ve got a lot of jobs—herding your own sheep, coaching your own hustle, even refereeing yo… Read More

IF THEY KNEW THEN WHAT THEY KNOW NOWThey laughed in the smoke and drank cold, cheap beer and wine. Slapped each other on the back. Thought it was over. Thought they’d won.It was the kind of laughter that’s loud because it hides fear. It always has.The three women were clever. Or they thought they were. Sharp tongues. Dull hearts. Witches, black… Read More

Said He'd Find HerThe sun was setting in the west, bleeding orange across the horizon like an old wound. He stood at the edge of the woods, a man of few words and fewer promises. But there was one promise he made that would haunt him, thread through his bones until it was fulfilled: he said he’d find her.She had gone into the woods alone, as she … Read More

????? THE BLACK INK CHRONICLESVol. XIII | Circulation: Eyes That Still See | Date: Confidential?? Underground Dispatch ??Roy DawsonEarth Angel. Master Magical Healer. Truth’s Sharpest Thorn."God knows. God sees. And God keeps receipts."That’s the line whispered in bars with no signs, prayed in churches without pews, and muttered on backroads wh… Read More