With the latest Niteblade Art Blog entry, I feature the darkly fantastic work of the artist Craig General, the Merchant of Venom. Rendered in atmospheric black and white, Craig's art deftly captures the nightmarish quality of his fantastic and macabre subject matter. He states that he tries for a style somewhere between horror comic-books and historic woodcuts, which would make him an artist after my own heart, something of a kindred spirit, artistically-speaking.
I am a man lost at sea, A fog-bewildered soul Always peering through the murk, Never spying a friendly port. I am a man out of place, A square-shaped peg Jammed into a round hole, Never finding a proper fit. I am a man wandering the wild, Roaming far from the warmth Of welcome roof and hearth, Never following the path home. I am a man out of his element, A fish out of water Gasping ...
Tonight, I read five of my poems at Professor Java's Wide Open Mic, presented jointly by Professor Java's and Albany Poets. Since Professor Java's is supposed to be a haunted coffee sanctuary (according to local lore), I started off with "Souls Adrift", a piece describing the cold loneliness of being a ghost. I then ventured into sci-fi with "Cosmic Journey", wondered what ghostly presence came for a visit with "Who (or What) is at the Door?", wandered an enchanted ...
Android Attack This is my latest colouring page for Abandoned Towers. It appears in Issue #5, available for purchase HERE. A full-colour version is featured on merchandise in the Abandoned Towers Zazzle Store.
The Spirit of the Skull The skull of my ancestor Calls to me, Drawing me toward the crypt Eerily. The great iron doors open Noisily. I make my way to the vaults Stealthily. I stare at the yellowed skull Before me As it sits in its dim niche Eagerly. Its awful fleshless face grins Evilly. Fey orbs flare in its sockets Savagely. I feel a presence standing ...
Some concepts and claims I see popping up every so often in the writing community just leave me scratching my head in bewilderment. One such idea is that adverbs are a no-no, that adverbs are a sign of weak writing. What the...? Has everyone forgotten "Lolly, Lolly, Lolly, Get Your Adverbs Here"? Have the rules of writing well degenerated so much since this classic Schoolhouse Rock aired in the 1970s that something once considered necessary ("positively, very, very, ...
My dark speculative poem "Your Bloody Face", which was originally published in the February 2008 issue of Tales from the Moonlit Path and also appeared in the Scattered Verses, Moonlit Curses dark poetry anthology, now appears on-line in the Valentine's 2010 issue of House of Horror. I wrote "Your Bloody Face" specifically to come up with something for the Valentine's 2008 issue of Tales from the Moonlit Path. It's meant to be a horrific twist on a love poem. ...
Galactic Road Trip Time and space being relative, One can always burn the former To travel through the latter. Fire up the plasma drive, Pack your environment suit, Tune in an ambient wave, And go for a galactic joy ride! Zip to the Zynterra System. Sip some puguberry wine At the Corrosive Cafe. Watch the blue binary suns set ...
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