Showing posts with label Magic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Magic. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 4, 2025

Rugby and Argyle


Is the name of a poem published in Obindo Magazine.  It refers to two streets in my neighborhood.




Sunday, November 15, 2020

Soundscape Theater presents "Nessie" an Audio Play with ME (and others)

 


Listen to Soundscape Theater's latest work "Nessie," a short audio play written by Christine Stoddard, directed by John Cappello, with sound designed & edited by India Stachyra. As for the voices, they are supplied by Donna Morales and yours truly. Listen to it at YouTube or the above links.

Tuesday, September 1, 2020

A Short Story Up Against the Purple Wall

A short of mine, "Delusions of Failure" is up at Purple Wall. Normally I would tell you to read it and enjoy this story about a mysterious DVD of the movie Ishtar. HOWEVER, this is different. Purple Wall posts stories and readers can vote on their favorites. So, read the story, vote using the link at the top, and look for an email with a code you can use to confirm your vote. Said email might be in your spam folder, so check there too.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

A Story about a Chicken Foot, and Nothing but a Chicken Foot


Finally another short story. This one's called The Chicken Foot. The genesis of this one started with a lecture by William S. Burroughs I listened to a couple years ago. During a lecture to a writing class, Burroughs discussed the Monkey's Paw by W. W. Jacobs. I decided to write a variation on the story based on his ideas about it. Hope you all like it. Thanks to Roxana Nastase for giving it a home at Scarlet Leaf Review.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

A Taste of the Grave

For all you squares and rube machines out there who just can't dig any of the poetry I've been posting up here, because you don't understand why lines of words end suddenly, I have a treat for you. That's right, I have a short story up at the Absent Willow Review called A Taste of the Grave. It's replete with magic, death, and the fantastical. I suppose one might call it suburban Gothic. Anyway, read away my readers.