Monday, July 26, 2010

Latest Publications

Just a quick update here: today, my short short A Common Friend came out at Danse Macabre's DU JOUR. Later, you'll find my piece in the archive.

Also, Sybil's Garage No 7 (which has my poem Indian Delight in it) is a magnificent reading experience. I strongly recommend it.

And then there are some of my poems, to be found in The Legendary's poetry section.

I shall be trying to make my posts more interesting forthwith; just an itty bit busy right now.


Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Cherry Pits


Woah, it has been so hot here lately that I completely ignored most stuff that I should be doing. My brain just feels overheated all the time and I can't much concentrate anyway...

Okay, I didn't want to mention my latest iced coffee recipe, just a poem that was recently published. Click here to read 'Cherry Pits'.

Now, I'll have to get back to that iced coffee over there, it calls for me. Also, there are stories that want to be written, even in these dog days of summer...


Saturday, July 3, 2010

In Somnium...


Only yesterday, I awoke from a somewhat surreal dream to find that two of my poems have been published in Danse Macabre's XXXVII-th issue, Somnium. It's a great issue and not what you'd expect. I so hope that they'll put together an anthology sometime. The artwork on this site is so enticing, so, yeah, singularly macabre that I find it's almost a trademark. I'd love to see it in print.

Speaking of anthologies, I now own my very own copy of Twice the Terror, The Horror Zine's second anthology. Okay, granted, seeing as how I have poems in there, I might just be a little biased. Look at the cover, flip through the pages and make up your mind. I doubt you'll be disappointed.

(And while you're at it, or just to get a feel for The Horror Zine's taste, read my latest story Bones for a Pillow in the July issue.)

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It is terribly hot outside. I am quite certain that I have a quantitiy of Transylvanian blood in my ancestry, so all the brightness and heat make me suffer terribly. My pale skin is in constant danger of blistering and I feel like falling asleep almost constantly while the sun is up. Only after sunset do I feel some semblance of spirit return to me. Oh, How I love the night!