Next Stop: Kindle

Well, I've decided to take the leap and publish an anthology of my short stories on Kindle. It won't happen over night, however. It will be a bit of a process, but that's to be expected. You never really realize how involved a project will be until you decide to pursue it; or I should say I never know. You may be a little more pragmatic than yours truly.
     Anyhoo, I think I've about figured out my plan of action. First off, I've decided to try having the project funded on kickstarter(dot)com. If you've ever considered a creative project but didn't have the funds to do it, you may want to check out their site. The amount I'll be striving for isn't too substantial, although I've decided I'll need to have my stories professionally edited, Kindle formatted and have a cover designed. I've chosen a designer for my book cover (at fiverr(dot)com) but am still investigating an editor. I think the whole process should cost me around five-hundred dollars. Hopefully, I'll be published by Spring! Yea!

Shahglivis Leviathan

Fire-breather, voraciously
Purging the earth of civilization
Royalty and Peasant alike
Winged black creature
With eyes
Favoring blazing emeralds
The largest of its cast
Feeding off the world
Its very presence
Befouls the sky
Young prentice knight
On allegiant steed
Not wholly aged
No one has ever
Faced this adversary
Without a blink
It radiates on-high
Terminal battle ensues
As if an army of twenty
Would make
A difference
Upright spines
and curling tail
its petrous scales
Are not enough
To protect
The creature
From the
True of heart
The sword is weld
The blade rings true
The heinous creature
Is struck backwards
From the rocky mount
Flesh engulfed
Its blackened bones
Shimmering and
Dissolving like
Fading embers
The young knight
Dying
Brave and given
The steed lay
Broken
Dead
And given
The last of
A breed
These three
The knight
The steed
And
Shahglivis Leviathan

It Was in the Cards

A foray into "body horror" before I even knew the term, circa 1986.

Axe Murder

Hey! There will be a few days intermission before the next installment of  "Trailer Park from Hell."

Here's a gruesome number that I drew at age sixteen or possibly seventeen. Yes, my mother worried about me... (click on it for a larger image, or right click and choose "open link" for an even larger image).

H.P. Lovecraft, a eulogy

The solemn slab below a large oak tree

Floating corpse leaves

whisper of days gone by and
the images and sounds of dark desires

His universe was in shadow of the eternal Cthulhu
dreaming in death of our century and centuries before

Sad, so sad, glide along the ghosts
In their footsteps his old life’s passage

An uncommon sight, we behold his tales
Laughing at time with a mysterious charm

Few people know the secrets of magic
Lovecraft is in the shadow of these tombs