Publications in 2014
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Their Closet Existence, Every Day Poets, January 14, 2014
On the surface this is a poem about the contents of my closet, but on a deeper level it’s about much more.
Hereditary Delusions, Every Day Poets, February 18, 2014
I thought he’d come / from light years away, / that the dust was residue / from the Big Dipper…
What Won’t Wait, The Stray Branch, March 2014
Tick tock, tick tock…
The Grotesque, Bête Noire, April 2014
The breath of the house rushes / from your bedroom window / and pours over my hide like water.
Confessions, Elektrik Milk Bath Press, June 2014
22 poets composing one long poem through a series of shorter ones
Vampiric Fluff, These Vampires Don’t Sparkle, August 2014
It was a dark and stormy night / when Dracula came for a bite… This is a fluffy bit of vampire poetry which I like mostly because of its over the top cheesiness 🙂
Beneath, 2014 Dwarf Stars Anthology, August 2014
Leafless boughs / cast pallid shadows / across the snow
Matches, Ruminate Magazine, August 2014
She liked their straight lines, / bright red tips. / The sulfur taste / on her tongue.
Hold This Camel, Hermeneutic Chaos Literary Journal, November 2014
“Hold this camel,” / he said, laughing his cruel laugh, / dry as the Sahara, / thin as my dreams.
Broken, Drunk on Writing: The Best of Write1Sub1, Volume 1, November 2014
Shoulders twisted, / at obscene angles, / pulled from their sockets / by my weight, / I dangle.
Golden Hour, Dual Coast Magazine, November 2014
Light turns to honey, / and molten halos surround / each blade of grass,
Two Wrongs, Dual Coast Magazine, November 2014
Lives lost, / shattered, / like the surface of a placid pond / after being struck by a stone.
A Chance to be Heard, Page and Spine, December 2014
The robot voice / floats aimless in the ether…
In The Valley, Page and Spine, December 2014
Cobalt moonshadows stretch / and pale blue light / reflects off the crystalline surface.
The Other Side of the Door, Kzine Issue #8, January 21, 2014
The boat was carried in on the back of the fog.
Growing up on the bay, Aric had seen boats slip through fog plenty of times, he’d even been on a few of them. They were nothing new or unusual for him, and yet—there was something about the shape in the mist, about this particular vessel. He leaned closer and pressed his forehead against the glass…
Seedpaper, Mythic Delirium, April 2014
…when you got down to the marrow of it, she was a storyteller. She created her own paper, beautiful stuff that was strung through with coloured fibers and peppered with seeds and blossoms. She wrote on it, her hand as elaborate as the paper and reminiscent of medieval scribes. She would often sew the pages together, creating books that she lined up, spines out, along her mantle. Sometimes though, she’d bury them by moonlight in her garden—
Waste Not, Algernon, April 2014
Päike kiikas üle horisondi, valades kuldkollase valgust üle maa. Kiired tantsisklesid ojapinnal ja hõljusid üle rohelise maisipõllu. Isegi läbi räpase lakaakna oli see kaunis vaatepilt, meeldiv hetk. Siis pidi ta minema ja selle rikkuma.
In other words… my fun zombie story translated into Estonian.
Share, Trafficking in Magic/Magicking in Traffic, May 2014
The tiles were missing something.
I stuck out my thumb and slashed through it with the blade.
A dull thud sounded as my thumb hit the floor. I looked expectantly at the stump attached to my hand. No blood. I peered down at the floor, and the piece of meat that lay there. No blood. Frowning, I bent over and grabbed my thumb from the floor and squeezed it, trying to wring out even a single drop of ruby liquid.
Shattered, Kzine, Issue #9
I’m a little slow about updating this page, and so Shattered has received a review over at Wizzley:
What do cathedral gargoyles do at night? Well, shag, apparently, but they mustn’t be seen moving by humans otherwise they would shatter and cease to exist. But when a vandal knocks one off its pedestal, to what length would his lover go to get him back? Both violent and tender, this has to be the first gargoyle love story I have ever read.
I was estranged from my father at the time of his death and this vignette was inspired in large part by wishful thinking about what I might have found had I been the one to clean up his apartment after he passed, and also from the experience I had of helping to clean my grandfather’s trailer after he died. I played a very minor role in the latter, but the whole experience still stuck with me.
Editing / Anthologizing:
Niteblade: Issue #27 – The Mermaid at Sea World, Niteblade Magazine, March 2014
What if you had power over death? Or, if bleeding could transform you into something new altogether? From dryads to mermaids to lycanthropes to zombies, the stories and poems contained here offer musings on these creatures and much more. So sit down with a cup of tea, a warm blanket, and a book light—these tales will transport you to far-off fantasy worlds and into the forgotten corners of the darkest minds.
Niteblade: Issue #28 – Looking-Glass Lover, Niteblade Magazine, June 2014
From the mists of antiquity to the edge of madness, the handpicked original fiction of Niteblade Magazine spans the finest reaches of Horror and Fantasy writing. Each issue features short stories and poems that intrigue, terrorize, inspire, and do not let you go!
June’s issue is a riveting mix of selections that soothe with a feather’s touch and wrench you back around with white-knuckle intensity. It’s the full experience and the full release of horror and fantasy at its most compelling.
Fae, World Weaver Press, July 2014
Meet Robin Goodfellow as you’ve never seen him before, watch damsels in distress rescue themselves, get swept away with the selkies and enjoy tales of hobs, green men, pixies and phookas. One thing is for certain, these are not your grandmother’s fairy tales.
Fairies have been both mischievous and malignant creatures throughout history. They’ve dwelt in forests, collected teeth or crafted shoes. Fae is full of stories that honor that rich history while exploring new and interesting takes on the fair folk from castles to computer technologies to modern midwifing, the Old World to Indianapolis.
Fae bridges traditional and modern styles, from the familiar feeling of a good old-fashioned fairy tale to urban fantasy and horror with a fae twist. This anthology covers a vast swath of the fairy story spectrum, making the old new and exploring lush settings with beautiful prose and complex characters.
Niteblade: Issue #29 – Porcelain Doll, Niteblade Magazine, September 2014
It’s interesting to watch how themes emerge from the slush pile and I feel like this issue has strong flavours of ghosts and love… and sometimes the both together.
What do you get when you take twenty-six amazing writers, randomly assign them a letter of the alphabet and give them complete artistic freedom within a theme?
A is for Apocalypse contains twenty-six apocalyptic stories written by both well-known and up-and-coming writers. Monsters, meteors, floods, war–the causes of the apocalypses in these tales are as varied as the stories themselves.
This volume contains work by Ennis Drake, Beth Cato, Kenneth Schneyer, Damien Angelica Walters, K. L. Young, Marge Simon, Milo James Fowler, Simon Kewin, C.S. MacCath, Steve Bornstein and more!
Niteblade: Issue #30 – Vampyrics, Niteblade Magazine, December 2014
One of the more eclectic issues of Niteblade we’ve ever had. The stories run the gamut from subtle horror that’ll leave you cold to an interesting (and slightly kinky) take on fae.
Three of my most amusing zombie stories under one cover!
Waste Not – The coming of zombies forces humankind back to the land, to a simple lifestyle where ‘Waste Not, Want Not’ becomes more than a motto, it becomes the key to survival. And revenge.
Feeders – The zombie apocalypse will affect more than just humans, explore the repercussions of walking dead through the eyes of a cat in this story guaranteed to make you smile.
…Oh My! – What if the Wicked Witch of the West wasn’t killed by Dorothy’s house? What if she couldn’t be, because she was a zombie. Dun dun dun!
Watch the end of the world unfold in these twenty zombie-tastic poems by Rhonda Parrish. Experience the grime and the gore of the shambling, undead menace right alongside moments of hope and love.
*co-written with 21 other poets as well 🙂