Publication Announcement – The Sun Screams in Retrograde

I’m pleased to announce that my story “The Sun Screams in Retrograde” will be included in Turn to Ash, Vol. 2 – OPEN LINES.

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From the publisher: Turn to Ash, Vol. 2 is a uniquely themed issue featuring the weird tale of Charles “Chuck” Leek’s strangest night hosting “The Late Night Leak,”  a call-in talk show focusing on things that go bump in the night. The frame story is written by Jonathan Raab, and the “calls” are written by several other authors, to be announced in the coming weeks.

I’m thrilled to be part of this unique volume. I’ll post links with ordering information when it becomes available, but in the meantime, you should pick up a copy of Volume 1.

 

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Publication Announcement: When You See It

I’m pleased to announce that my story, “When You See It,” has been chosen to appear in Volume One of the Time Alone Press anthology trilogy LET US IN. The Table of Contents (see below) includes Ray Garton and John F.D. Taff.

“When You See It” is one of a handful of stories I’ve written so far inspired by the King in Yellow mythology. It almost received a subtitle (The Yellow Sign), but in the end I decided to keep it simple.

I’m thrilled to be a part of this project which is tentatively scheduled for an October release. Stay tuned for updates and ordering information.

 

 

 

FULL TABLE OF CONTENTS

GROUND GLASS KALEIDOSCOPE by Ken Altabef

THE LAST CALL Of DUTY by Billie Sue Mosiman

INTRUDER by Michael Hughes

“High Scool Guidance Counselor”- Poem by Kurt Newton

SAINTED SINNER by S. Zanne

MERMAID CAVIAR by Victorya Chase

EMILY by Kristal Stittle

LET US IN“Wet Palms On The Glass”- Poem by Marc Lecard

DEATH IN MIAMI by Robin Wyatt Dunn

THE BUNNY SUIT by John F.D. Taff

DISCONNECTION by Susanne Braham

JAGGED SPACES by Robert Lamb

PREDATION by Erica Ruppert

OPEN UP AND LET ME IN by Laura DeHaan

3 A.M. by J. Rossi

THE SHAPE OF YOU by Samantha Murray

WHEN YOU SEE IT by Rebecca J. Allred

MICE TAKE TINY BITES by Ralph Robert Moore

HOW THE CHILDREN WERE by Alana I. Capria

SHADOW CHILDREN by Ray Garton

THE COST OF PRETTY by Mimi Williams

THE CONNECTING WALL by Tracy L. Carbone

THE LAUGH CONTAGIOUS by Shauna O’ Meara

Cover Art by Sergio Diaz

 

Numbers of the bEast

Open your eyes. Do you see?

The Sign is everywhere—yellow, like caution thrown into an autumn wind that whispers of danger. And Madness. Winding a shadowed path to the places where sane men dare not tread. To a beach of rusted bone. An ancient sea glittering black beneath the woeful glare of violet suns. A forgotten palace, its labyrinthine halls tarnished by aeons of unrelenting plague…

My eyes are open. I have seen. Never one content to merely follow, I pursue.

We meet in the dim, lamp-lit streets of my dreams. He knows me by the sickness burning inside. Recognizes the fever dripping from my fingertips, etching the echoes of unremembered memory upon sheaves of crumbling parchment.

He reaches into his robes. At first I think he’s withdrawn another smoke. Thin. Pale. Tightly wrapped. But he does not press it to his lips. Does not touch fire to its hollow, cylindrical frame. Something else, then. A scroll. Yellow ribbon knotted at its center. He offers it to me like a royal scepter.

Reaching through a veil of silver smoke, I pluck the scroll from his outstretched hand. It pulses, warm and fragile against my trembling flesh. I free the ribbon from its center, slipping the yellow fabric round a bare finger.

Inked upon the scroll a ring of decaying characters.

Open your eyes. Do you see?

Together, they form a sign.

A number.

An invitation.

There were others before me. Their blood stains the steps of the forgotten palace where they hold court in gilded halls—drinking, smoking, and making merry madness—forever…

He smiles. Asks if I can afford the price of admission.

I clutch my number and bleed.

*For Joe Pulver

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Books I’ve Read: The King in Yellow Tales: Vol. 1

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I just finished reading Joseph S. Pulver, Sr’s collection: The King in Yellow Tales vol 1. Now, maybe it’s because I’ve been buried in text books for the better part of the last decade and my brain was starved for anything that wasn’t concerned with mastering the art of diagnosis, but for me, this book was something special.

I must confess that up until relatively recently (within the last six months or so) I had not yet found the yellow sign, so to speak. I was unaware that Robert W. Chambers, Joe Pulver, or the King in Yellow even existed. I was introduced to the mythology when I began tuning in to The Lovecraft eZine webcast which features Joe Pulver as a recurring panelist. Inspired by curiosity about the play which induced madness in all who read it, I did what any reasonable person would do: purchased Chambers’s King in Yellow. I found it quite readable for having been written at the turn of the 20th century, but I digress.

Having familiarized myself with the source  material, I was ready to see what had been done to expand the mythology. This is where Joe Pulver comes in; it is my understanding that he’s the undisputed contemporary authority and Earthly familiar of the King in Yellow himself. It only seemed natural to start there.

I picked up King in Yellow Tales: vol 1 with zero expectations. I’d never read Joe’s work before, so I had no point of reference—good or bad.

This collection is not a breezy afternoon read. By that I mean that many of these tales do not follow a traditional narrative structure. The language, the formatting, and the unease that results when these elements combine whisper madness in your ear. Often, there are no (easy) answers, and one must read between the lines to decipher the yellow text just waiting to be revealed.

Among my favorites were:

The Carl Lee & Cassilda Trilogy (Carl Lee & Cassilda; An American Tango Ending in Madness; Hello is a Yellow Kiss)

Chasing Shadows

My Mirage

A Cold Yellow Moon (with Edward R. Morris, Jr.)

With each of these tales I was swept into a dreamworld of ashy daylight and jaundiced shadows, and despite having never traveled these roads before, there was a familiarity to it all. Like returning visit to your hometown after time and memory have rendered it unrecognizable, but still there is that pull…

You belong here.

These are stories to be experienced, not consumed. If you’re looking for something that’s easy to read, pages that can be opened and closed in an afternoon and then tossed back onto the pile without a second thought, this is not the book for you. If, on the other hand, you’re interested in something deeper—if you’re willing to burn the torch, venture into the shifting darkness, and risk glimpsing something not of this Earth—then I highly recommend this collection. Buy it for yourself. Buy it for your friends. Hell, buy it for your enemies because you just never know…

I have another of Joe’s anthologies, the recently released A House of Hollow Wounds. It isn’t next on my TBR pile, but after KiY vol 1, it will probably move up a couple of spots.