The air is growing thin, and the shadows long.

I’ve noted this fellow appearing lately at odd angles as I drive around my neighborhood, most often between dusk and dawn.

Sometimes he’s in someone’s yard (as in my quick pic from tonight — sorry for the blur, I tried to brighten the image). Other …

I am pleased to have my short story “Rebel Yell” in the anthology Surreal South ’13, edited by Josh Woods and published by Press 53.

The dead will rise; witches will dance; swords will lunge; beasts will roam; gods will snicker; space and time will slip; slumbering horrors will shudder awake; …

Sorry. I couldn’t handle it. Perhaps the constant nightmares left me a bit on edge, but I felt another week of searching for the Evil Dead and their infernal signs choking me like a noose, so I left town.

This act surprised and upset my wife.

Edgar Allen Poe chose to spend a lot of time in …