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Knife Fight on Christmas Avenue

December 21st, 2015

. My short story “Knife Fight on Christmas Avenue” is available today at the terrific web-zine SHOTGUN HONEY. A very wise man gave me the best compliment in the world when he said my title sounded like a Tom Waits song. So here’s a Tom Waits Christmas song.

. I have a new short story available today! It’s called “Trash Pick Up” and you can read it at the excellent web-zine NEAR TO THE KNUCKLE. Check it out! .

This Wednesday I’ll be reading at Noir at the Bar Chicago. It’s sure to be a great night with a lot of terrific crime fiction. Here’s a wonderful article by Keith Rawson on the history of this crime-writer community event. Wednesday’s Chicago show will feature: Eric Beetner Carmen Jaramillo Lori Rader-Day Josh K. Stevens and […]

“Lucky” at Shotgun Honey

April 24th, 2015

. I have a new short story today published at SHOTGUN HONEY – “Lucky.” I wrote this one fifteen years ago.  I’s been accepted for three different anthologies that dissolved into nothingness before publication. Nice to see this short finally in print. .

All Hallow’s Read

October 27th, 2014

. Do you know about All Hallow’s Read? The idea is to give somebody a scary book for Halloween. Might I suggest TEN TENTACLES?

Cthulhu’s Pizza Kitchen

October 27th, 2014

Tentacle humor – just like TEN TENTACLES.  

. TEN TENTACLES, a new chapbook of scary stories about squidly things, is now available – Just in time for Halloween! A friendly monster found in a dark alley. A tavern that exists between the planes of reality. A tentacle under a boardwalk. These are but a few of the oddities you’ll find in this […]

. Camille danced in the night shadows, clucking at the full moon, scratching at the stars. Under the same sky, Steve slithered through dark green water, pondering the purpose in his heart. Upon meeting on the grassy shore of a forgotten lake, it was love at third sight. They caught themselves in an embrace of […]

. The man sitting on your right smells like Cheetos rubbed on wet feet. “Do you know what time it is?” he asks. You dig in your pocket for your phone. As you bury your hand in your pants, you wonder if you’re being inappropriate with the woman sitting to your left. She’s pressed up […]

. The clown in the bathroom wouldn’t stop crying. It was quite annoying really. I didn’t have to use the toilet, I went in to wash my hands. His sorrow made it awkward. He filled the tiny, tiled room with echoing whimpers and remorse. “Everything okay?” I felt forced to ask. “My girlfriend,” he blubbered. […]

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