An old man sat on a park bench, smiling. “How doodeedoo!” he cackled as I approached. “What’s got you so happy, old man?” I asked. “I’m dyin’ boy. Gotta get it out of my system,” he sighed, then forced a throaty hoot. “Why’s that?” "Cuz I have a notion they frown upon happiness where I'm … Continue reading Last Laugh__Itty Bitty Bastards № 2
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8 __Itty Bitty Bastards № 1
There’s a door at the end of the hall marked with an eight. Sofia doesn’t like to look at it, or think about it, or tell anyone that the number reminds her of the eyes of the swaying man...
Itty Bitty Bastards™️
In celebration of the (in my opinion) best month of the year, I have teamed up once again with the brilliant artist Justin Weingartner, to bring you all a micro-fiction offshoot of my series, Small Bastard Stories™️. On each Monday and Friday of the month, Justin and I will post one of the wee bastards we've concocted, all leading up to a (BIG) Small Bastard Story on the Sovereign Holiday: Halloween.
Fire signs and watermarks
Another Brand Old poem. Originally published in Bellowing Ark Vol. 25 Number 4 -- 2009
I got your head covered!
Redbubble recently upgraded their item options to include hats! Now you can put a Hammarberg-inspired Robert Paul Nixon design on your head! A few of my wife, Christina's designs are available as well, so there's something for everyone. Not to mention all the other items you can get these sweet-ass designs on!
Shelf Life
Shelf Life: Gravenfrost now haunts the Local Authors shelf at the Little Village Toy and Book Shop! Check them out, grab a copy, and help support local businesses and creators!
The flame only burns if you linger
Another poem from the archives.
Gravenfrost
"Ghosts, Special Agents, sex, and explosions. This twisted tale has all the elements of a thrilling, heart-pounding, haunted house joy ride!" —Amazon review “This book was a hell of a good time! The sort of book you read with a big fat grin on your face. Diaboliquely funny, gory as shit, and written by a … Continue reading Gravenfrost
Common clay
The title poem to one of my poetry manuscripts that never came to be. Now that the years have gone by, I see just how prophetic this poem is. Or how damning...
The wolves have lost their fangs their will their way
A poem from the archives. This one has been published several times (I think my most published poem), and seemed to be a hit whenever I performed it. Seems so long ago. Another life. Hopefully it still has a bite.
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