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“Yew must think ye'r so damn smart,” the felon known as Crimson Clay said, then spat a thin stream of blood to the dirt. He glared at the burly U.S Marshal who sat on the other side of a modest campfire, stirring a pot of beans. “Reckon I must.” The Marshal stated over the sound … Continue reading A Kindness
Edwin Quay, AKA “Deadwin,” has never felt so good. He hasn't smiled this wide and pure in all his long and sordid years. Pure might be a stretch—let's say manic. He screams a meaty, wet scream and feverishly slaps the steering wheel of the 1970 Cadillac Hearse (that he stole fair and square) to the … Continue reading Out with a Fang (a Small Bastard Story)
I know, I know, "where have you been?!?" all four of you ask. Well, I'll tell you! I've been secretly working on a government project to enable squirrels to run completely across the road instead of stalling halfway then pretty much actively seeking death. So far it's been a rip-roaring failure. Squirrels just don't get it, … Continue reading 2016: Death and Soup
Here's what a few brave souls have said about their visit to Gravenfrost! Now that Autumn is near, it's time to break out the jackets and hoodies. Time to start thinking about Halloween (as IF you ever stopped), and all the spooky goodness that comes with it. Bump up the creep factor this year with … Continue reading A Few Reviews
I've never been a boaster. I feel like a b-hole talking about my work, generally, which causes the voices to scream "WAY TO SELF-PROMOTE, YA DIPASS!" in my head on a regular basis, or "on the regular," as I'm pretty sure no one says... So, with my gonzo horror/creatively vulgar novella Gravenfrost out in the wild, … Continue reading Talking about Ghost Boobs with family…
...The Eternal Struggle between Creative Aspirations and the Real World. Each day I get up, and instead of greeting the dust motes on the brackish light beams that trudge through my “black-out” curtains, I curse. I then try to not look at my ever-expanding yuck-body in the mirror as I put on the clothes laid … Continue reading Drawing a Blank Or…
It's been a long time coming, but my gonzo, horror yarn Gravenfrost is finally live and ready to make you laugh, cringe, and think terrible thoughts when the lights go out. The Devil's Domicile. The notoriously infamous house is just one of the hot spots that cultists, freaks, and other assorted malcontents visit in Gravenfrost, Maine. … Continue reading Gravenfrost: Ready to please you!
When I mentioned to Detroit Graphic Designer and Grindhouse Horror Guru, Nix that I thought of writing a short teaser chapter for my upcoming book "Gravenfrost," he said "let's turn it into a zine." The thought of teaming up with such an amazing artist (he's the mastermind behind the "Antillia" cover) was enough to get my ass … Continue reading Women, Whiskey, and Werewolves…
The Devil's Domicile. The notoriously infamous house is just one of the hot spots that cultists, freaks, and other assorted malcontents visit in Gravenfrost, Maine. Founded on ground so tainted it was said to be vomited up from the sea itself, Gravenfrost isn't your average sleepy New England town. When the host of a popular … Continue reading Gravenfrost
A few moons ago (not long enough to be many, yet) I had the privilege to be interviewed by LaLiterati. The questions are interesting. The answers are strange. But that's how I roll. Hope you enjoy it!
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