“RAKSHASA”- ORIGINAL SHORT HORROR FICTION PUBLISHED IN CADAVEROUS MAGAZINE!

My short horror story, “Rakshasa,” has been published in Issue #4 of Cadaverous Magazine! Click the link below for a read and to see other great authors and artists!

https://cadaverousmagazine.wixsite.com/litmag/issues

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“The Roadrunner” Published by High Desert Journal

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Sam Shepard Passes Away

Sam Shepard has been one of my great mentors. Rest in Peace, my good fellow of the Arts.

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High Desert Journal to Publish “The Roadrunner”

I’m very proud and excited to announce that High Desert Journal will be publishing my new short story, “The Roadrunner” in their upcoming issue! The story is about an Apache man – a rock and roll musician who, after spending years in the world outside the Indian reservation – discovers that somehow he can never really come home again. Inspired by the true life stories of Native American friends I’ve known in the white world – it’s a poignant story of disquieted and unresolved pasts.

 

 

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Soon to be Published!

Adelaide Literary Magazine (2017)

I’m proud to announce that my short story, “Shadows in Empty Rooms” will be appearing in Adelaide Literary Magazine! I will let everyone know when and where they can obtain a copy when it comes out.

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Dead Reckoning (J Ellington Ashton Press, 2015)

PHARAOH is a terrifying story that is “Blair Witch Project” meets Peter Benchley; it delves into the shadowy-gray realm of both science and psychological horror, illuminating the darkness of the deep and our own souls.  Annie Mitchell, a young marine biologist from Woods Hole, becomes obsessed with what should be a standard oceanographic project, but discovers something even more bizarre and deadly: an ancient evil and some secrets that should be left alone.  This novel is designed to be an excellent beach/summer read.

Order It Here!

 

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Literary/Historical Novel Excerpt (Seeking Representation)

That very morning, Mario Capello watches as Aleda passes under the melancholy arches of the famed Bell Tower, trying to avoid the minefields that are puddles at her feet, scattering clouds. To him she is beauty as the morning, and as cold, for she scowls like a Boticelli painting under a red hat with no brim.

This is strange, thinks Mario, it’s not her hour.

She brings the morning with her, that gray Venetian morning, defying the drab colors of the crowd. There are only Italians and tourists there, sitting outside under the stainless steel of the sky, drinking and smoking and eating; they don’t seem to notice her. The city is hungry because the sidewalk painters are out sketching, vying against each other for inspiration. They may be literate, but they can only express themselves on canvas like cavemen on stone walls. These aesthetic ones see the young woman in the red hat and they hurry to sketch her before something – divinity perhaps – takes her away from them.

She is love – no? But he doesn’t love her. He admires her, lusts after her, yes. It’s because a man like Mario is no longer looking for love from young beauties such as the Lady Gambrelli. It’s not the fault of the young woman; it’s the machinations of age and, perhaps, wisdom. A woman like the Lady Gambrelli is dangerous for an old man like Mario Cappello. One must beware his own limitations. She comes as an angel upon the cold air, but she is deadly in her way, somehow. He wonders this. No – she is not deadly by her words or her actions. That is a fool’s belief. Aleda is deadly only because of her image, her presence, her … and now he can’t put a finger on it. It’s elusive. He thinks that he is fatuous, and that in creeping age he’s beginning to understand why his daughter feels that he has long gone “past it.”

Mario waves to her and holds out the morning black purple. Her scowl doesn’t vanish as she approaches, and he realizes his mistake. It’s not her label – her grapes – it’s a competitor. He must go back and bring her own bottle in an effort to patch things up.

  • “The Danger in Her Charms” (excerpt, historical/literary/romance)

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