Two Delicate Threads

This time, I’m going to keep my thoughts brief. It’s partially fatigue, but I don’t want my thoughts to overstay their welcome, either. Tonight, I went to a concert. The kind of music doesn’t really matter for the purpose of this story, but it’s the kind of music that speaks to my soul. I don’t […]

The Trappings of Nostalgia

So this past week, I spend some time in Alabama. It’s the first time I’ve visited since the blog started almost a year ago, and I’ve gotta say, things have changed. I wish in the good way, but we don’t always get what we want. There’s a sickness down here, and there’s something elegant about […]

Hellfire and Homesickness

Who would believe my stories about the south? I bet many of you wouldn’t. I could write an entire memoir of horror stories, and most people would find it more believable if I filled them with imaginary demons. The good ol’ hospitable south: the land of Christian values and deeply un-Christlike cruelty. I grew up […]

Book Review: Wicker’s Bog

I discovered Wicker’s Bog  by Mike Duran with a bit of digging on Amazon. I needed to find a new book to review, and I was short on time to read it, so this little novella seemed like an ideal dive into independent horror publishing. It’s a short little book, just 64 pages in length, but […]

Two Years of Learning and Loss

This piece is about a remarkable friend and teacher that I knew for one wonderful year from 2015 to 2016. It’s still hard for me to re-read these words, which were written in the immediate grief of his passing. It is published with permission from his wife, who is a wonderful woman and loved him […]

Trying Something Different…With Werewolves

Today’s post is a little bit different. I’m introducing Talking to the Moon, and experimental piece that I’ve been sitting on for a few months. I wrote this short little fable with a goal in mind: create a short backstory for a different spin in werewolves.  I created it for a group project that didn’t […]