It was a great honor to be interviewed by Chris Scheidies, owner of the arts and entertainment website Bleeding Peanutbutter. Although the subject of our interview was my novel, Weatherbone, Chris has a way of bringing out details about your life and process you might not even have been aware of! I think Chris enjoyed … Continue reading My Book Interview at Bleeding Peanutbutter
An ex-slave turned high bureaucrat and her long-lost childhood friend, a hard-drinking waitress/disillusioned meteorologist with hidden powers—one must choose between immortal power and the future of our world as the boundaries between dimensions begin to crumble, while the other desperately ignores dark visions of this world in ruins as she watches a blackening sky and … Continue reading More Publishing News! WEATHERBONE is now available on Amazon.
Do you like John Carpenter’s horror/sci-fi classic film, “The Thing?” Do you like chickens? Chances are you will also get a kick out of my short story, included in this bizarre anthology. “The Thing with Chickens” stars my old nemeses Buddy and Tootie Frootie, plus my childhood friends Sandy and Noodle. And a cute little … Continue reading Publishing News! Breaking Bizarro Anthology from Death’s Head Press
Out on the farm, in the dead of night, no one was asleep. Beyond the trees and the end of the driveway, big, bellowing vehicles roamed up and down the road running north-south, red lights strobing, blinding flood lights sweeping the eastern edges of our property. We were under threat of invasion by some dark … Continue reading Dream #263: The Masque of the Monochrome Marionette
On a clear day, the basement flooded. We had no sump pump. “I’ll siphon it,” Uncle Ernie said, grabbing a hose. He stuck one end through the hopper and the other into his mouth. Ma said, “That hose has been lying in the garden all summer. No telling what might’ve crawled inside.” Ernie’s eyes widened. … Continue reading A Drabble: Uncle Ernie
I was part of a team sent to represent the Lincoln chapter of PFLAG at a national convention in Arkansas. The convention was at a church, in a town where much of the industry that had kept it alive had dried up, leaving whole blocks deserted and streets in disrepair. The church was also a … Continue reading Dream #267: Hunters Become the Prey
A great darkness had fallen over the city of Lincoln, placing all power in the hands of a very few, making it so we could not get jobs and were persecuted for not conforming. A group of us went to a big trailer in the Near South neighborhood that had been converted into a church, … Continue reading Dream #232: Sopranos and Dead Cats