Monday, October 8, 2012

New Short Story Published in Anthology

Just got the news today that the anthology with my new story has been officially released. It's called Enter at Your Own Risk: Fires and Phantoms and is a collection of gay-themed ghost stories. My story is titled "Prickle the Ivories." Between this story and my poem "Chloe" that was published in Educe Journal a few months back, it appears that at least some of my work is destined to be accepted by the queer community. Definitely cool with that (hell, I'm cool with almost any audience that'll take me in, but I do have a soft spot for all things LGBT). Sheesh, wait until I finish my novel...only my wife will be able to confirm my sexual orientation.

Here's a link to purchase the Kindle edition on Amazon:

And the print version from Barnes and Noble:'s a link to the publisher's site with some info about the book:

Sort of crazy to think that I have a story in a book that also features work from Edgar Allan Poe and Edith Wharton. Sweet.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

On a Meathook

Hello everyone...sorry it's been forever since my last post. I'm just a busy little beaver. Here's a quick treat for you. This poem was previously published in the San Diego Poetry Annual.
Dedicated to everyone who values and respects the lives of non-human animals...or maybe it's dedicated to those who don't...hmm...


sterling clinks fine china
stained with filthy ichor
savor the spirit
that dances down the gullet
wails echo from afar
the executioner wipes
the sanguine blade
upon his apron
relish in

in the grim field
into her moist orbs
so sweet with life
her mottled hair
once so brilliant
soon commodified
sold for magic beans
her manure
perpetuates the cycle

she finds her next life
in the form of prosperous
gilded arches
sentience sliced
and processed into the smiles
of naive
ethereal minds
condiments will mask
the flavor
of malfeasance

the body of mankind
a tomb
the epitaph--
nutritional statistics
the elegy--
a catchy jingle
lyrical lies
drawing flies
that pulp caught twixt your teeth
was someone's baby

the heart
is cheap gristle
with compassion
into nebulous
children's laughter
children slaughtered
selfish tastes
lead to cancerous fates