Howls from the Underground

They came from under the smog of New York City, the west Texas taqueiras, the upper sands of Lake Michigan, and the green fields of Kent. Led by the calls of ancient flutes the wolves followed the song like a lighthouse piercing the fog from a distant shore. They sailed from the ports of London. Levaded over the New England cobblestones. Their feet left deep imprints in the savage mud. Through the pine forests of the north woods they all headed for one city. And as the Winnipeg frost cracked along Highway 1, their ears picked up the signal, the old and familiar hymn - the Howls From The Underground - 11 writers, 1 artist - Stories, poems, novel excerpts, essays, artwork.