Showing posts with label apocalypse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label apocalypse. Show all posts

Friday, February 10, 2017

Saucerland - Selection II

I added a second excerpt from Saucerland to that page today. I'll be adding more over the next couple of weeks. Stay tuned!

Monday, February 6, 2017

Saucerland

Over the next few weeks I will post selections from my current project "The Far Shores of Saucerland." It is my first (though I suspect not my last) attempt at long form, narrative poetry. That's a clunky description but it's the best I've got. It's not epic poetry because that, if I remember my college classes accurately, refers to a specific rhyming form. I was definitely inspired by The Iliad, The Aeneid and a handful of other long form, narrative poems that I've read over the years. If you haven't read Toby Barlow's "Sharp Teeth" do yourself a favor and go and do that now.

I've done a few editing passes on Saucerland and have it out to a couple of beta readers now. I aim to publish it in a month or so. Click on the Saucerland link under Pages to the right to read the selections.

Monday, June 3, 2013

HSTS Update

Just fielded a question from a reader following the "Hold Still the Sky" series. He wanted to know when the next installment will be out.

Part Five of "Hold Still the Sky" should be out later this month. I estimate it will be ready for download somewhere between the 15th and 18th of June.

Here's a little preview:

"Akers sat across from Pacen. They did not face each other. The small, modular space of their apartment both separated and contained them. Even more so since they returned from the relative - though short-lived - freedom of the farm dome. Ever since they lost their child.

'Lost' was the correct word. Accurate. Precise. Their boy - Malam - was gone. Not gone dead. Just gone. Oh, and he was seven feet tall the last time they saw him.

The experiment had gone shockingly wrong. What had started as mere trepidation on Akers' part had blossomed into full horror. It had taken all of her self-control to remain calm in Hannah's presence afterwards. To pretend that nothing had happened. To make as if life were still normal. But it wasn't. Life was now a constant sluicing from from bad to worse to desperate. Never settled. Never rested. Malam was gone. Mutated and gone."