FOUND IN THE STREET

I have some new poems up in Outsider Writer's collection, POETRY FOR THE LOST SOULS #2:

neo-crone
amanda nine-ten-one
jar-head
how to pose for a wreck

This is my first publication with OW, which I joined about a month ago (I kept running into Outsiders everywhere I turned, so I decided to check it out). Also my first time working with Lena Vanelslander. There's a lot to read here....

POETRY FOR THE LOST SOULS #2

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I've been writing realistic free verse over the past couple weeks, but not doing anything with it. Saturday, my first open day in a while, might have to be a long one of revision and submission (and taking breaks, of course, to watch hideous movies on the SyFy Channel). I think I may have finally written myself out of Mad Gothic Love Mode.

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My own online journal of art and literature, disenthralled, is taking shape. Here's a peek. There's no content posted yet. That'll probably start going up October 15. This is not a Horror site, although much of what is posted will certainly be unsettling....

disenthralled


[The title of this blog post comes from a Patricia Highsmith novel.]

Actual "Blog" Content Follows:

Lately, I've been putting together a modest online journal. It will feature writing in various formats, art, photography. Whatever catches my attention. If you've read my work, you know what I like; if not, congratulations on doing something more productive with your time. The submission window will be a single week from the posting of each issue. I've been getting help and material from some great people. Check back on October 15th....

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As far as my own submissions go, this has been a cold two weeks in hell. Just kidding. I really don't get upset about it. I've tried to be a little more playful this month (still dark, of course, but joyful, too). The result? Last month, prior to doing this, I had ten out of seventeen pieces accepted. So far, this month? Zero. Zero out of....well, just Zero. Does this make me want to change my approach? No, because this is the mood I'm in. This is how I feel like writing at the moment. A lot of it has been SO strange, though, I haven't bothered to send it out.

I posted one piece of a series at 6S/Ning. A dark fantasy about a place where nothing lives and nothing much happens. The subjects aren't ghosts, but a brother and sister who are neither dead nor alive. Someone commented that it was sad, chilling, moody. Another, that I seemed to have had a lot fun writing it. Correct on both counts. I revelled in putting it together; but, when I wrote the final version of the main character's wish, I had tears in my eyes and had to get up from my chair. The problem--if it could even be considered a problem--appears to be that I'm writing for disparate readers at the same time, rather than focusing to achieve a single, desired effect. Cool. In a mass-schizophrenia kind of way.

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RECOMMENDATION:

"Sometimes, We Choose," by Quin Browne. It doesn't need an introduction. Set aside a few minutes and then go here and start reading:

SOMETIMES, WE CHOOSE

PLASTIC and GLUE and WE and YOU

ABSENT CAUSE #2: DUALITY is available at Redguard's Shop on Etsy.

Description: bisexual bipolar body-conscious dead or alive dialectical doppelganger gendered identified mirrored radical schizophrenic vampires. Interviews, Fiction, Poetry Essays, Art, Comix, Photography and more, including my poem, A NIGHT IN. Go buy it. And check out his other mags while you're there....

ABSENT CAUSE #2

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I also updated the link to SMASH at Gloom Cupboard. They've split up Poetry Issue #105, so you have to click "read more" at the bottom of the entry. Not a big deal, but people are busy and this is quicker:

SMASH

SMASH

SMASH, a poem, is up in Gloom Cupboard #105. Social Anxiety Disorder can be fun!

Read:
SMASH

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Tales of the Supernatural, a poetry anthology containing my poem, GONE, is finished. Available to those behind the scenes at the moment; public in about a week.

YOU CAN DANSE IF YOU WANT TO

Danse Macabre, a terrific online literary journal, has gone monthly, with new issues scheduled to appear on first Fridays. Readership and interest in the site have been growing exponentially. To counter that, I'm going to have a short story called THE PRESSURE SEEKERS published there in October or November. The what? Just hold still. And yes, there will be bruising....

DANSE MACABRE

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Outside writers and photographers are working on material for the Candy Sangria blog. All together, now: "Candy, Candy, Candy, I can't let you go!"

THE SONG THEY ARE SINGING

WHY NOT YOU AND I, a poem, is up at Thirteen Myna Birds. Part of a series that kept me from losing my mind this summer. Two others and a short narrative will appear in The Fall Fiction Quarterly at Full of Crow next month. One poem remains to be published or accepted (along with a traditional ghost story, which I may or may not submit anywhere). Thanks to Juliet at TMB for putting this up.

The profanity and graphic description are restrained, but the content is nonetheless disturbing.

Read:
WHY NOT YOU AND I


(The title comes from a short story collection by the late Karl Edward Wagner. Read him if you haven't.)