“We all know there’s only one way to a man’s heart, Adelheid. That way is tits.” I’d like to talk about Jeff O’Brien’s novel, Bigboobenstein. I know how much people hate reading these days. Hell, you’d probably rather watch me review this on youtube rather than have to trace my print with your eyeballs right … More Bizarro Book review: Bigboobenstein
I am never alone. Your ghost is with me always. Watching. Judging. Taking up space. Turning on the television. Making the empty house creak. You should just go. We can’t connect anymore. I can’t see you. I don’t want to. You are dead, but not gone. Haunting. Stalking. I can hear you snarling sometimes. I … More Haunted
I recently had the pleasure of interviewing an author I really admire, MP Johnson. MP writes bizarro fiction, which, by its very nature, is hard to define. It’s the kind of stuff you should seek out if you’re bored with the mainstream. Her books are filled with creatures and sentient things that should not be … More Interview with MP Johnson!
Crash! shattering glass shouting men wolves howling far away whispers rise out of a deep, low hum the static is not heavy breath in my ear Bam! Bam! gunshots screaming ladies a baby cry over a long ago melody played on a piano with one flat key Ting! Ring! once a message from the dead on … More Boombox Macabre | Volume 2: Scary Sounds You Hear In The Dark
I saw a monster yesterday. It didn’t want to be seen. It was hiding from me. It was the size of a small child, but white as snow with sunken hollow eyes watching me mouth open kind of smiling drooling. When i saw it, I was angry at someone and in an instant, it appeared. … More I See You
The boombox sits alone on the counter. No one is there to see it Click turn on by itself and auto tune through some advertisements to soft static. Zoom in. The static gets louder… (from outside) Hoot Owl hears the wind first. The leaves ruffle and skip down the street. Sad windchimes play. Approaching footsteps, … More Boombox Macabre | Volume 1: Abduction in the Suburbs
I miss the ghosts that used to speak to me in the hallway. I used to hear them loud and clear. They would stop me in my tracks with their icy fingers and remind me that they lived there, too. They would whisper sweetly to me. Sometimes they would simply caress me as I walked up … More Hallway Ghosts
It was a day like any other. Sunny. Blue skies. Calm seas. But… We knew there was something wrong. The whole world fell quiet. Silent. No crickets, no cars. No wind. For a few moments, every being on earth held its breath and looked up at the sky. The clouds… oh God… The clouds were … More Who Are You Looking For?
I learned lies from my father indifference from the world karma from my girls and thought i knew it all, but then one day my mama said sometimes the only choices you have left are bad ones swallow those tears seal that sweet melody hit the good shit watch the smoke curl raise your hands … More Monsters are Sleeping
I can’t see my feet in this fog. Walking home. Almost dark. I look up and see a Man with a face so thin and long (and ghostly white) I can’t believe my tired eyes. He is holding the wrist of a Lady in a white coat with black gloves. Her mouth is open wide. I … More Walking Home