The snow falls soft and red in the pines, as does the knife from my hands. The moon sings above the frost and layered mist. I look at the blood on my hands still warm, now cooling, and I shiver. I feel sore, tense, as if I’d just ran for my life or fought off King Kong, but I am uninjured. The blood splattered on my WICKED WOMAN tee and the Continue reading In the Pines by Jodi MacArthur
The Fog by Carrie Clevenger
The sentry chopper turned away as we drew nearer, leaving us with only the sound of the poisonous wind as it whistled through the open windows and the squeak of old U-joints underneath the bus. The fog was thicker here, and I tightened the straps on my gas mask, praying silently it would last long enough for me to help make the stand.
Buttercup by Julia Madeleine
I met her on the ferry heading to Victoria Island. She was alone, standing by the railing snapping pictures of the scenery. A girl in a ruffled skirt, early twenties, dark hair spilling in exquisite curls down the back of her denim jacket, pale legs smooth as ivory in the afternoon sun. She was an obvious tourist.
Of course I approached her. Was never one to let an opportunity pass me by, especially when it fell into my lap.
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Awake by Mav Skye
The Poifect Crime by Absolutely*Kate
“I tell you, Momma said there’d be days like this . . . but she never, never ever mumbled they’d be so gosh darn messy. Eeeeeyewww! Say — Whatcha gonna do with that extra piece you got there, Bessie?”
“Steamer trunk, headed in the wrong direction when our stage crew heads outta town?”, mused curvaceous Flossie Fairmont, swiftly rolling, tucking and nestling white rayon Continue reading The Poifect Crime by Absolutely*Kate
A Losing Life by Aleathia Drehmer
Delilah and Thomas sat slack jawed in front of the television. They weren’t quite sure what they were watching, but neither of them could avert their gaze from it.
“….are you tired of seeing all that good land go to waste?” the announcer said over the piercing sounds of the slide trombone. Delilah didn’t think the trombone should be Continue reading A Losing Life by Aleathia Drehmer
Music – Getting Real Gone with The Saint James Society by Jason Michel
Ladies & gentlemen something magickal is stirring in Austin, Texas. A tribal cacophony of drums & guitar. The warbling of a shaman with the sweet sounds of angels banging on tambourines.
& they are coming to town near you.
I had the luck to chat with Brandon Burkart (shamanic warbling & bass-basher) & Dahveed Dubois (cosmic strings).
People of the World, I give you The Saint James Society …
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Art/Comics -Too Much Ado About Dick – Paul “Deadeye” Dick
You can read Paul‘s story That Fat Red Bastard in PMM HERE!
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I Didn’t Say That, Did I? Jack’s Back! – Ripping Yarns In Whitechapel By Paul D. Brazill
I’ve heard from doctors that they can’t watch hospital series like ER and Casualty because of the medical inauthenticity of some scenes. Policeman surely say the same thing about the CSI franchise (okay EVERYONE says the same thing about CSI Miami). Dinner-ladies probably thought the same thing about Victoria Wood’s classic comedy series dinnerladies, for all I know.
“Writers forget that the short story is a gift” -Writer’s Interviews – Craig Wallwork by Jason Michel
Craig Wallwork is relevant and irreverent.
His writing is a smorgasbord of cinematic imagery and a gleeful “Fuck You!” to the conventions and pomposity of literature.
I like him and this interview, like the collapse of the financial system, was only a matter of time coming …
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