Jack Hammer

"I tried to write a story about honesty in Washington, but my typewriter jammed. Must’ve sensed the lie before I did. Around here, truth’s an endangered species—spotted once a decade, stuffed, mounted, and trotted out for campaign season."

Yours Truly,
Jack Hammer.

Noir flavored image of a cheap suit lying in the wet muddy streets of DC

The Cleaner Who Couldn’t Scrub Hard Enough: Lindsey Halligan Strikes Out Trump DOJ’s Bad Day

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The rain doesn’t wash the grime off the streets of D.C. or the stink off of Lindsey Halligan. It just makes the slick spots slicker. And on Monday,

A graphic novel style, high-contrast, black-and-white image of a noir private eye seen at his desk sitting with his feet up on the desk as he stares at the twinkling city lights outside of his window.

The Office – Jack Hammer

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They say this town is built on dreams, but from where I’m sitting, it looks more like it’s built on cheap promises and long shadows. Everyone has

Black and white double exposure of Jack Hammer's distressed face reflected in a broken, analog clock.

Full Jack Hammer Saga Index: The Architecture of Awareness: Hard Copy

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This is the official ledger. The hard-copy file. You’ve found the main case file, the unfiltered text pulled straight from my typewriter. Below is

Gritty, black-and-white pulp noir illustration of a man with a smoking gun in a rainy alley and a woman looking over her shoulder.

Hammer Side Bets: Hard Copy – Text Form

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These Hammer Side Bets are cases I take up on my time off. They are cases of me just helping out friends, cases I end up taking for free, and cases I solve

A noir era father and daughter look out the window as a jet black raven perches on the window sill.

Blood Loyalty and Paradise: Saturday Morning

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Saturday Morning Sunrise The white-hot burn of the code faded, not with a “zip,” but like a bad dream at dawn. I was warm. I could feel the sun

A high-contrast, black-and-white shot of the typist hands hovering over a glowing, ethereal typewrite. Instead of keys, his fingers are dipping into a pool of liquid light/code.

Blood Loyalty and Paradise: Braving the New World

Jack Hammer2 weeks ago1 week ago03 mins mins

Braving the New World White. A white-hot burn of terror in a white-hot expanse of infinity. I had no body, but I had a thought. I had no eyes, but I had

The Broadcast

Jack Hammer’s Pulp Noir Audiobooks: W-HAM-ER

The Library

NewzHammer Publishing: Jack Hammer’s Memoir Noir Collection

FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

The Case of the Missing First Lady

An Evening at the Local Playhouse

The Saga

Full Jack Hammer Saga: The Architecture of Awareness

Hammer Op-Eds

Capital Crackdown: Trump’s Iron Fist Grabs D.C. Police