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Four Horsemen has announced the full Table of Contents for Anthology Year Two: Inner Demons Out. Lots of fine and noble writers in there, many of whom I met at last years Anthocon. The book will be released at this year’s event on November 8 – 10 in Portsmouth, NH.

Mine, Not Yours; Bracken MacLeod
Unknown Caller; Craig D. B. Patton
Old Man’s Winter; Stacey Longo
Bulimia Daemonica; Richard Wright
A Poor Sinner’s Hands; John Goodrich
The Dying House; BE Scully
Staining The Memory; Andrew Wolter
Desperation; Mandy DeGeit
The Amazing Vinnie Stitcher; K. Allen Wood
Suki; Victorya Chase
Mommy’s Not Perfect; Meghan Arcuri
Dead Letter Office; Robert Davies
MADD; Scott Christian Carr
My Aching Black Heart; TG Arsenault
Down In The Dark; Kevin Lucia
The Freeze; Tracy Carbone
Dark Song for Icarus; Timothy P. Flynn
Harold At The Halfcourt; Errick A. Nunnally
It’s Nice Not to Have to Share; David Bernstein
The Interloper; David North-Martino
The Soldier’s Wife; T.T. Zuma
The Morning After; Michele Mixell
Cooking With Kate; g. Elmer Perkins
Evening Commute; Scott Goudsward
Skinny Girl; Julie Stipes
Sticks and Bones; Michael Bailey
Murder Confit; Marianne Halbert
Eight Minutes; Holly Newstein
ATLHEA; An Open Letter from Hiram Grange to his Childe Lost…; Scott Christian Carr

With photos by Candace Yost, Susan Scofield

And, yes, you’re right. That’s not the book above. That’s Anthology: Year One and a Four Horsemen pint glass. If you want them, you can order them as a combo pack.


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(I wrote a couple of poems on the theme of Secrets for The Postcard Press. They published one of them last month. Here is the other one for your enjoyment.)

Monument of Denial

It stands in the center of town, at the center of our lives.
We built roads and erected buildings around it.
On the diagrams and plans and maps it’s just blank space.
It doesn’t show up on GPS.
We’ve done such a good job pretending it isn’t there.
But have you noticed the shadow is getting larger?

Monument Shadow on Town

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ImageI’m pleased to announce that my short story, “Unknown Caller” has been accepted for publication in Anthology Year Two: Inner Demons Out (Four Horsemen). The book will be released at AnthoCon, November 8-10, 2013 in Portsmouth, NH. I’ll post a complete list of contributors when that becomes available. Editor Johnny Morse went old school and mailed all of the acceptance letters and the rejection letters. So, we contributors are now monitoring Facebook to find out whose names are in the TOC.

“Unknown Caller” is about an urban exploration trip to a phone booth graveyard. I had a lot of fun writing it. Urban exploration is an interest of mine, although I haven’t done it myself…yet. Places filled with abandoned and/or decommissioned things is another interest. Phone booths are well on their way to becoming an artifact of the recent past and I learned some history about them, including the story of the Mojave phone booth.

More news as events warrant. And, while I’m here, I promise to actually start blogging again on a regular basis. It was just one of those springs for me.

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Postcard Press - SecretsThe Postcard Press has published”Secrets”, my bit of microfiction whimsy on…well, secrets. I love postcards, so I’m very pleased to have something of mine published on one. It’s also fun to see the design work done to accompany my words. Love the red door with huge keyhole.

I’ve received several copies of the postcard and one is already on my fridge. I’m giving a few to family members and will probably sell the rest at the handful fairs and cons that I attend. You can buy a copy (or several) direct from the publisher. While you’re there, be sure to browse the full catalog to enjoy the eclectic mix Postcard Press offers.


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April is National Poetry Month. So, while on vacation in Tucson last week I decided to write some. Time was scarce, being all caught up in visiting family and going out and doing fun and interesting things, so I decided to see how many desert-themed haikus I could write in one short session on the back patio of my sister-in-law’s apartment. I wrote the five below, which I present along with an author’s note after each. Enjoy.

Tucson Desert 02


husky in desert
sniffing at a saguaro
all the news is bad

(My sister-in-law has a beautiful female husky that had just sat on my foot, so I decided to include her. I like the humor of the image, but the truth is also that much of the news last week was bad indeed.)

unfamiliar birds
sing while they pose for pictures
taunting the tourists

(I had been enjoying all the unfamiliar bird songs of the local species and was definitely doing the touristy thing of shooting many, many pictures. Locals, including my sister-in-law, tend to be amused.)

every patch of shade
is a fleeting oasis
like so much in life

(After that last lighthearted haiku, I decided to try a more philosophical angle and seek truth in nature. Change is constant. We cannot remain comfortable in one place or set of circumstances for long.)

two black feathered birds
perched in the desert sun
lamenting their clothes

(Two black feathered birds had just landed in the tree above me and were having quite a conversation. I wondered whether it’s hot being a black feathered bird in the desert.)

washing the sidewalk
on a desert city street
while others wake parched

(Earlier in the day while my sister-in-law was running an errand, the rest of us sat in the car watching a city worker power washing the sidewalk. It struck us as an odd, sort of wasteful thing to do. When my sister-in-law returned, he offered to power wash her car, which was pretty dusty. She accepted and we laughed as we watched our impromptu trip to the car wash unfold, but I kept thinking about people who don’t have enough water.)

Tucson Desert 01

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Spaceports & Spidersilk - April 2013“The Awake Fairy,” my first published children’s story is now available in the April 2013 issue of Spaceports & Spidersilk (Nomadic Delirium Press).

Like so many children’s stories, “The Awake Fairy” is about a misfit of sorts. I had fun telling this story to my 10 and 7 year old sons and then more fun typing it out and giving it a polish. Thanks to Marcie Tentchoff for taking in this little fellow and giving him a home so that others can meet him.

Spaceports & Spidersilk is available on Smashwords and can be purchased and downloaded for your Kindle, iPad/iBooks, Nook, Sony Reader, Kobo and other eReader devices. It’s also available as a PDF or in HTML or in several other formats. Basically, if you have a computer or a phone or other device that acts like a computer, you can obtain a version that will work for you.



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I’m having a fairly normal year for me, writing wise. In January, I was bursting with creativity and words were flying out of my fingers. I wrote more in a month than I did in half of 2012. Then February came. Illness and school vacation and competing agendas slowed my creative engine to a sputter. But then March arrived with improved health and a couple of submission deadlines I wanted to meet. End result: a second good month where I met all of my goals. And then….

Right. April has been lousy so far. For two weeks I was hopelessly sidetracked by a marketing project for my church. It’s good work to do, but it consumed far more of my time and spirit than I had anticipated. Add in the Little League season starting up along with a couple of projects for the school my sons attend and I’ve been getting almost nothing done on the writing front. (Including posting here. Twitter, by design, is easier to keep going even when busy.)

But April isn’t over. Heck, there’s more than half to go. So, I’ve plenty of time to restore order and regenerate momentum.

I just wish I was wired a little differently. I wish I had enough endurance and could parse my brain space sufficiently to do it all. And sometimes I have the demoralizing sensation that if I just did less for other people, I’d be a more accomplished and successful writer. Lots of great artists are renowned for their selfishness and/or chemical dependencies. So, maybe if I turned my back on my family and became an alcoholic….

But that’s not me. And most of the time I love doing all of the volunteer projects and other work that I do. I certainly don’t know how to parent any differently. I have always poured massive amounts of time into being a dad. The results of my approach are pretty darn good, as the most recent set of parent/teacher conferences reaffirmed this week. (And, yes, I know I’m not solely responsible by any stretch, but I like to think I have something to do with their development.)

So what I’m left with is a writing life that takes place in fits and spurts, ebbs and flows. The rest of the time I’m busy with other parts of my life, all of which informs my writing in the end. And the artist in me always reasserts itself. That’s how I started this journey to begin with. I hadn’t written fiction for years until I woke up one day and had to and wrote what became my first published story. Having figured out that I am an artist and that writing is my primary form of expression, I know what’s wrong when I am busy for too long with other things and start to get bitter and depressed. I’m not taking care of myself. I’m not feeding the artist.

My family and I are traveling to Tucson to visit one of my sister-in-laws for a week. I’m leaving behind church marketing and youth baseball and Scouting and school art projects and the rest. But I am bringing my journal and my pens and my Kindle.

Time to feed the artist.

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