An old Poem of mine: Mouth like Bukowski The sun crept up behind the tree line we rose like zombies from the grave cotton mouthed and disappointed just another day of errant madness slaving to make filthy men rich instead of rich men filthy
I used to write poetry. That was my thing. It started with lyrics back in my rock n roll days [insert uncomfortable "really?" chuckle here], then when that turned into a flaming wheelbarrow full of turds and blame, I changed gears...
“You catch the finale of The Baritones last night?” Ed asks, up-ending a bag of chip crumbs into his mouth. “Nah, I was at my kid's recital,” I say with a shrug. I like Ed. Of all the guys here, I think he and I are the most on the same page. He's a family … Continue reading Hench
The first thing William Travis Morrison thinks of as he shakes Darla Miller's hand is how amazing her skin feels, and how much he'd like to wear it. He notes her milky-pink complexion, and subtle notes of coconut lotion. “You're prettier than your picture,” he says, then motions to the booth he was sitting in. … Continue reading The Date
“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
a Small Bastard Story It's another rip-snorter of an evening at the Gulp Gulch Saloon. A few townsfolk amble by, hoping to get an eyeful of debauchery while trying to stay out of sight. A cowboy vomits on the side of the building much to the chagrin of the prostitute … Continue reading 101 Damnations
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…
