Her task complete, the bottle pressed hard against the soft skin of her breast, Margo holds tight to Vespesian’s body, and waits. Cocooned in pain and darkness, she hopes. Tries not to think. To feel. But there is no cure for thinking. Or feeling. Rolf is within her; she can feel him as sure as […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 43: What We Do To Survive"
Slowly wending a line toward Londinium, weary soldiers press onward in bright sunlight, their boots weighed down with dried mud and caked blood. Sweat drips from foreheads and seeps through the thick cloth of military jackets, but they don’t stop. The first wave to hit the White Ladies is vanquished thanks to the strange visitors […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 29: Meridians"
This fabulous Goth Lady, who I’ve been lucky enough to be in an anthology with (City of Hell Chronicles 1), has to my complete lack of surprise managed to secure herself a deal with Darkfuse for the publication of a collection of five novelettes entitled Girls & Monsters. This dark delight will be unleashed upon […]Read more "Guest Post: Cover Reveal for Anne Michaud’s Girls & Monsters"
Two horses thunder over the lawn, their hoof beats like the deafening approach of an army at speed in the silence of early morning. Alexander closes his eyes, allows the sound to travel into his bones. He travels with it to the plains of Mosq, seeing the billowing dust cloud of a hundred thousand men […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like a River Episode 12: My Fair Lady"
Sucked from the incoherent roar of the streets, the steamy interior of Randall’s is quiet as breath, enfolds Moe gently as arms. The musky scent of books is a balm to soothe the pounding of his heart, to ease the tension from his shoulders and back. Either side of his spine are the faint, smouldering […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like a River Episode 4: Little Lost Things"
Explosions of light Parabolas arcing from water . Great still bodies Serve as mirrors To clone a placid sky . A tornado rising Of wing feathers . Great choking masses In Tumultous Gossiping unison , A funnel of consuming black . Fills the pupil void Contracted to period point . Drenched, savaged By roaring light feedback . Drowning, […]Read more "Poetic interlude: “What the Eye Sees”"
Our Madrigals Winsome and graceless Bring seasons of fractured glass. In netted skirts Gaily whirling, our rose petal nipples Float adrift in a fleshy sea. Cock crows, crows shriek A cackle of morning Thunderstorm sky Exuding rain as sweat Sipping grenadine from eggcups Languid as swan-necks We are drenched and shattered. We […]Read more "Bit o’ Poetry… Sylvan (Pan)acea"