“The Barnes Family Reunion” Audio Version at ShadowCast Audio

Jason Warden of the ShadowCast Audio Podcast has recorded a reading of my short story "The Barnes Family Reunion." It was originally published in Masters of Horror: the Anthology by Triskaideka Books (March, 2010). Listen to it! Learn more about this story's history and read an excerpt.

Poem: Midnight PST

It’s 6am in Paris. Beyond your window, the sky will have begun to aquarelle. The ivory horizon blends toward Wedgewood above La Tour Eiffel. Taxis take tourists and businessmen to DeGaulle by Roissy. Policemen make their rounds in twos. They stroll the gardens of Les Tuileries. The birds there sing, for now, for you. I imagine you masculine, replete, heat…

Poem: “Liquid Jaguar”

In the morning, crawl out of bed. Brush her teeth. Clear her head. Drive. Strive. Thrive. Barely alive. So much easier to star-swing when night falls. That’s when the chemicals have balls. Dani-baby’s world in a box. Tied up with a pretty red bow. Give the masquerade a whirl. Watch the liquid jaguar girl go down, go down. Years ago,…
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Poem: “West-bound”

VERSE 1 She’s up at dawn, oh, Red rising with the sun, Packed, primed, And oh-so ready to go. She leaves him to sleep. She leaves him to sleep alone. He slept through her whys. He slept through her good-byes. She’s…she’s…she’s… She’s always known. He slept through her memories, All her best memories. All the best memories. VERSE 2 She…
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Poem: “Sammie” – song lyrics

I remember the rain—oh. Your shining, rain-kissed face—oh. I held you in the palm of my hand, My tiny, china Pierrot man. Ollie, ollie, all come free. You won our game of hide and seek. You found me, but I lost you. When’d it get so dark? And lonely too? Sammie— Where do the trains go? So loud, so fast,…
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Poem: “More”

Back then, I wasn't much more than "Lemme try" and "I want another." Arms held high, reaching out for the sky, reaching out for mother. My bed was a ship, my toys the crew, on a magical trip to Mars. And as I grew, an explorer in cut-off jeans, dreaming beneath the stars of a time when I'd be grown.…
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