July 6, 1943
I shall begin with my first furlough-Jne 3rd, 1943. I went by bus from Elgin Fld, Fla. I hate to say it, but I almost wish I hadn’t gone. Conditions at home still bad—worse, even. None of the gang were there—only the Hamils—and now I loved to see them. When sweet Patsy threw her arms around my neck I nearly cried. Even Petey “hugged my neck.” Of course, Mona was as lovely and wonderful as ever. D.J. Rogers was back for a visit & I enjoyed seeing her. All the Holmans were together for the last time in a long time. They treated me like a little tin Jesus (but don’t they always?) I went on to Austin, and how thrilled I was to see the place again. Seeing Bill again brought a lump to my throat. The only thing worthwhile in this world are friends, and I have the best. Continue reading
My favorite hangout is a small semi-private forum and one of my “invisible friends” hosts a diary thread where they transcribe pages from old diaries. Forum members often confirm places, people and events mentioned in the diaries, and it’s a wonderful way to look at history through the eyes of ordinary people. Reading these forums got me thinking about that old diary, so I hunted it down. I recall putting it in a drawer years ago to keep it safe, but I had never read it. As I read, I saw that young Pvt. Jack displayed so many of the traits that stayed with him into adulthood. No doubt, this man is my “Papa”. Continue reading
I seem to run into Karen Bovenmeyer at cons nearly every year. This year, I was pleased to see her at WFC in San Antonio. She said, “You’re coming to the Goblin Poetry Slam, right?
“Do I get to slam goblins?” I said, wild-eyed and hopeful. “They make me itch.”
Turns out, no, there were no goblins, but this late-night interactive panel had a great crowd. The panelists had formidable talent, and when we were all dazzled, they brought out the big guns: Poetry prompts! They flung words at us, and obligingly, we turned them into poetry in mere minutes. Turns out the audience was pretty damned talented, too.
Here’s one of mine, scribbled on Hotel notepaper, tucked into my purse. I just re-discovered a few minutes ago.
That can of Spam
is an achievement
not something forgotten
in the back of the pantry
behind the green beans
You didn’t have to eat it
out of need
You ate it, chunked and fried
on top of ice cream
because you wanted to
Augur Magazine is a new literary speculative fiction magazine with a goal of featuring intersectional and marginalized creators with an eye toward international authors including Canadian and Aboriginal/Indigenous peoples. As for the fiction, they say, “We’re interested in realist pieces that verge on the dreamlike or surreal; speculative stories that are almost realist; and, on top of that, any form of literary fantasy/science fiction/speculative fiction.” Continue reading
“The Back Forty” appears in this anthology of Texas-based horror. Everything’s scarier in Texas, and not only is it the setting, but all of the authors are either Texas natives or folks who got here as soon as they could.
I’m proud to be in such fine company, and I encourage you to grab a copy (paper or digital) for your white-knuckled reading pleasure.
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Antonina Beaulieu, called Nina, travels to the city of Loisail to stay with her wealthy cousin Gaetan Beaulieu and his wife Valérie, who leads her through her first Grand Season with an iron hand. Nina is a country girl from a wealthy family but lacks the sophistication Valérie insists upon, and her erratic telekinetic powers only make Valérie angrier. When Nina meets the celebrated entertainer, Hector Auvray, she finds a kindred spirit who shares the same odd talent. Hector courts her as a ploy to get close to Valérie, whom he still loves despite her breaking their engagement years ago. Continue reading
If you’re a writer of dark worlds or intent on giving your readers a case of the squirming heebie-jeebies, you owe it to yourself to attend the next StokerCon. I knew I had to attend in 2017 because of the venue. I mean, 500 or so horror fans and writers running amok on a haunted ship for four days? You know it’s gonna be good.
My primary reason for going this year were the great workshops offered through Horror University. Alas, the class I really wanted to take was canceled, so I had to make some last-minute substitutions. Continue reading
A short story.
After a year working at home—alone save for three cats, two dogs, and my spouse—I had a bad case of cabin fever. I’d always talked to the cats, but I had moved on to holding long conversations with my household appliances. The sweeper robot wasn’t really glitching; it was sulking because I hadn’t cleaned it properly in three months and its brushes hadn’t been replaced in, I dunno, two years? Continue reading
Winter Tide by Ruthanna Emrys
Ruthanna Emrys takes Lovecraft’s legacy into the lives, blood, and fears of the people of Innsmouth. But unlike Lovecraft, this isn’t a horror novel; it’s a detective thriller involving spies, occultists, Miskatonic University, concentration camps and some of the most well-imagined magic I’ve read in years. Continue reading