A new press is coming!
AKLO Press! !!
Yes, my paws are helping building this new dArkness, and I'm delighted to be allowed to play in the fields of madneSS! !!
Get ready to SCREAM - There will be more news and tidnits VERY soon...
http://aklopress.org/
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
new tales...
My latest tales are getting a bit longer. Comes a bit of a surprise to me as most of my things have grown shorter and shorter in the last few years.
“And this is where I go down into the darkness” 10,000 words
“Before and After Science” 4,200 words
“The Corpse-Eating Cult of Leng” 15,600 words
“Reprieve Eve No. 33” 4,200 words
“the guilt of each… at the end…” 5,200 words
Had started thinking 3,000 words was a HARD new rule :)
All of these tales have been submitted and 3 have been accepted for upcoming anthologies.
“And this is where I go down into the darkness” 10,000 words
“Before and After Science” 4,200 words
“The Corpse-Eating Cult of Leng” 15,600 words
“Reprieve Eve No. 33” 4,200 words
“the guilt of each… at the end…” 5,200 words
Had started thinking 3,000 words was a HARD new rule :)
All of these tales have been submitted and 3 have been accepted for upcoming anthologies.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Ellen Datlow's The BEST Horror of the Year #3
CONGRATS to ALL! !!
Here is the ToC --
At the Riding School by Cody Goodfellow
Mr. Pigsny by Reggie Oliver
City of the Dog by John Langan
Just Outside Our Windows, Deep Inside Our Walls by Brian Hodge
Lesser Demons by Norman Partridge
When the Zombies Win by Karina Sumner-Smith
-30-by Laird Barron
Fallen Boys by Mark Morris
Was She Wicked? Was She Good? by M. Rickert
The Fear by Richard Harland
Till the Morning Comes by Stephen Graham Jones
Shomer by Glen Hirshberg
Oh I Do Like to Be Beside the Seaside by Christopher Fowler
The Obscure Bird by Nicholas Royle
Transfiguration by Richard Christian Matheson
The Days of Flaming Motorcycles by Catherynne M. Valente
The Folding Man Joe R. Lansdale
Just Another Desert Night With Blood by Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.
Black and White Sky by Tanith Lee
At Night When the Demons Come by Ray Cluley
The Revel by John Langan
That is an amazing array of talent and I'm am delighted and over the moon to be lucky enough to be in this book.
Thank you, Ellen! !!
Here is the ToC --
At the Riding School by Cody Goodfellow
Mr. Pigsny by Reggie Oliver
City of the Dog by John Langan
Just Outside Our Windows, Deep Inside Our Walls by Brian Hodge
Lesser Demons by Norman Partridge
When the Zombies Win by Karina Sumner-Smith
-30-by Laird Barron
Fallen Boys by Mark Morris
Was She Wicked? Was She Good? by M. Rickert
The Fear by Richard Harland
Till the Morning Comes by Stephen Graham Jones
Shomer by Glen Hirshberg
Oh I Do Like to Be Beside the Seaside by Christopher Fowler
The Obscure Bird by Nicholas Royle
Transfiguration by Richard Christian Matheson
The Days of Flaming Motorcycles by Catherynne M. Valente
The Folding Man Joe R. Lansdale
Just Another Desert Night With Blood by Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.
Black and White Sky by Tanith Lee
At Night When the Demons Come by Ray Cluley
The Revel by John Langan
That is an amazing array of talent and I'm am delighted and over the moon to be lucky enough to be in this book.
Thank you, Ellen! !!
Sunday, January 23, 2011
please chime in...
'It’s no longer a matter of publishing a book nowadays—it’s all about ‘the reader experience.’... Is. That said, I love to hear from the readers. Love to see posts/comments and reviews [on FB, at Amazon, on blogs, etc]... I just write 'em, you determine what they do after they leave my hands...
There is nothing stronger than word of mouth. If you liked BLOOD or SIN and feel they have merit please review them mention them, put up reviews...
Danke!! !
There is nothing stronger than word of mouth. If you liked BLOOD or SIN and feel they have merit please review them mention them, put up reviews...
Danke!! !
Saturday, January 22, 2011
on the horizon...
S. T. Joshi's anthology of Cthulhu Mythos fiction, Spawn of the Green Abyss, by Mythos Books. Spawn of the Green Abyss is an anthology of S. T.'s "favorite" Cthulhu Mythos tales...
Contents:
"The House of the Worm," by Mearle Prout
"Far Below," by Robert Barbour Johnson
"Spawn of the Green Abyss," by C. Hall Thompson
"The Deep Ones," by James Wade
"The Franklyn Papers," by Ramsey Campbell
"Where Yidhra Walks," by Walter C, DeBill, Jr.
"Black Man with a Horn," by T. E. D. Klein
"Nethescurial," by Thomas Ligotti
"Black Brat of Dunwich," by Stanley C. Sargent
"The Phantom of Beguilement," by W. H. Pugmire
"...Hungry...Rats," by Joseph S. Pulver, Sr. (original to this edition)
"Virgin's Island," by Donald Tyson (original to this edition)
"In the Shadow of Swords," by Cody Goodfellow (original to this edition)
yep. new one by me. delighted!! ! yes, it's a sequel to HPL's "Rats"...
Contents:
"The House of the Worm," by Mearle Prout
"Far Below," by Robert Barbour Johnson
"Spawn of the Green Abyss," by C. Hall Thompson
"The Deep Ones," by James Wade
"The Franklyn Papers," by Ramsey Campbell
"Where Yidhra Walks," by Walter C, DeBill, Jr.
"Black Man with a Horn," by T. E. D. Klein
"Nethescurial," by Thomas Ligotti
"Black Brat of Dunwich," by Stanley C. Sargent
"The Phantom of Beguilement," by W. H. Pugmire
"...Hungry...Rats," by Joseph S. Pulver, Sr. (original to this edition)
"Virgin's Island," by Donald Tyson (original to this edition)
"In the Shadow of Swords," by Cody Goodfellow (original to this edition)
yep. new one by me. delighted!! ! yes, it's a sequel to HPL's "Rats"...
Friday, January 21, 2011
Interviewed by Unfilmable...
SIN & ashes is out and there's interrest, so Unfilmable interviewed me... Might have had a bEastly word or 6 'bout the King In Yellow... and my SINs :)
http://unfilmable.blogspot.com/
My thanks to Kelly Young for his questions, and to Unfilmable's silghtly-crazy, master of what's what in the realm of Lovecraftian cinema, Craig!! !
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Kristin Prevallet & Thomas Ligotti
My tExt, "Before And After Science" [a RIFF off HPL's "AtMoM"] quotes one of my favorite poets, Kristin Prevallet. I was delighted to receive permission to use many quotes from her wondrous and inspiring Perturbation, My Sister--that's a BIG YAYyyyY!! !!
http://www.kayvallet.com/website/wordpress/
I have also been gifted by Tom Ligotti. He has kindly given me permission to quote from his "CATHR" in my new text, "And this is where I go down into the darkness", comissioned by Bob Price for his upcoming anthology, The Lurker At The Latch.
bEast is vEry happy!! ! vEry! !!
http://www.kayvallet.com/website/wordpress/
I have also been gifted by Tom Ligotti. He has kindly given me permission to quote from his "CATHR" in my new text, "And this is where I go down into the darkness", comissioned by Bob Price for his upcoming anthology, The Lurker At The Latch.
bEast is vEry happy!! ! vEry! !!
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
wiki stuff
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm...
A major update here [thanks to LL]... Stuff I don't remember... You write 'em then move on...
And the desktop says there's more coming/to add... a lot more...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_S._Pulver
A major update here [thanks to LL]... Stuff I don't remember... You write 'em then move on...
And the desktop says there's more coming/to add... a lot more...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_S._Pulver
Saturday, January 15, 2011
2 I forgot...
Also coming...
“the guilt of each… at the end…” in Urban Cthulhu 2011
“kristamas as an exhibition” in AKLONOMICON 2011
SHOCKED I forgot these 2. "kristamas" was tons of fun -- I love letting it all hang out this way. Of late, this is one of a few things I'm happy w/. Happy as I ever get w/ them . . . Also KK is a wonderful sweet lady and it was so nice of her to allow me to play w/ her dreams [and nightmares!!] HuggSSsssss, K! !!
“the guilt of each… at the end…” in Urban Cthulhu 2011
“kristamas as an exhibition” in AKLONOMICON 2011
SHOCKED I forgot these 2. "kristamas" was tons of fun -- I love letting it all hang out this way. Of late, this is one of a few things I'm happy w/. Happy as I ever get w/ them . . . Also KK is a wonderful sweet lady and it was so nice of her to allow me to play w/ her dreams [and nightmares!!] HuggSSsssss, K! !!
What's he building in there? Well...
Some the things I have coming...
One of my texts from SIN & ashes will be appearing somewhere INTERESTING soon... More when I'm allowed. I'll be posting the "ToC" for this book as soon as it is released! !!
I have a tale in Historical Lovecraft, coming from Innsmouth Free Press later this year.
http://www.innsmouthfreepress.com/
Also have a new tale in Kevin Ross and Miskatonic River Press's Dead But Dreaming 2.
http://miskatonicriverpress.com/
My "long" LENG tale has been accepted by Bob Price for his upcoming The Secret Heart Of Asia tome coming from Mythos Books in a bit.
The E-book of Blood Will Have Its Season is due very soon. As is the E-book and print book of Nightmare's Disciple [this time w/ Bob Price's introduction, and a new 10 years after text by Bob].
http://www.speakingvolumes.us/detail_ebooks.asp?pid=346
http://www.speakingvolumes.us/detail_ebooks.asp?pid=347
http://www.speakingvolumes.us/detail_ebooks.asp?pid=348
Submitted a number of things, so we wait...
One of my texts from SIN & ashes will be appearing somewhere INTERESTING soon... More when I'm allowed. I'll be posting the "ToC" for this book as soon as it is released! !!
I have a tale in Historical Lovecraft, coming from Innsmouth Free Press later this year.
http://www.innsmouthfreepress.com/
Also have a new tale in Kevin Ross and Miskatonic River Press's Dead But Dreaming 2.
http://miskatonicriverpress.com/
My "long" LENG tale has been accepted by Bob Price for his upcoming The Secret Heart Of Asia tome coming from Mythos Books in a bit.
The E-book of Blood Will Have Its Season is due very soon. As is the E-book and print book of Nightmare's Disciple [this time w/ Bob Price's introduction, and a new 10 years after text by Bob].
http://www.speakingvolumes.us/detail_ebooks.asp?pid=346
http://www.speakingvolumes.us/detail_ebooks.asp?pid=347
http://www.speakingvolumes.us/detail_ebooks.asp?pid=348
Submitted a number of things, so we wait...
a taste of SIN & ashes
Here's a few excerpts from my new collection SIN & ashes...
After Reading Michaux’s “In the Land of Magic”
The night is ice
& full of eyes. Winds that will not cure speak of November.
There are no white halls in the hostelry. The tin ceilings are low, the
carpets an exaggerated foliage of blunt faces. The wallpaper is sick
with the smell of twilight spreading endlessly.
Even the shadows rot.
Up forty-one stairs that whisper like migraines to a door closed on
the rumors and fragile madness of the stiff warblers outside. Behind
the stained and chipped panel with the tarnished knob and the loose
bolt that passes for a lock, the smallest rented room. Below, the Tavern
of Ruin, where time & dreams happened a long time ago. Sitting
on the edge of the bed where a restless thousand have disintegrated, a
curled figure in threadbare clothes
—his consciousness no more fluent than a haze of aimless dust—
gazes at a flat spot on the wall where a soft avalanche of hollowness
reaches out. The man named Uphill isn’t paralyzed, simply too empty
to move. Lost to his ordeals in the abyss he’s even forgotten the little
secrets children consider run-of-the-mill, forgotten all phenomena
not terrible . . .
(C) 2010 Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.
8’s & Aces
No whiskey. No days at the track these days . . . Pool in the backroom
of O’Connell’s Grill, no.
No pussy.
Crusin’ all those nights, up and down the strip in the souped-up
Chevelle—hopin’ for easy and cash and speed and surprise parties
with dancing and honey and big comfortable summer with bells and
the top down and everything in the whole god-damn world placed at
their feet . . .
Misadventure ringing, lost that map.
Outta laughs . . .
They wander ended story to story run its race. Simon Bartholomew
Wormwood . . . Annabelle Buck . . . Starling, Snow, Cotton Fulton
II and Case and Joris and Porfats and Polliards and Barretts and
Burgess and Estrada . . . and 137 others. All have reached their destination.
Many were not whole when they got there . . .
Plank and the Belldog steal from the Lord. They get born, live for
a time and come here in the end.
In the old lives they robbed graves for gems and jewels and rings
and bodies to sell. In this incarnation—after a night, many, many
years ago, of drunken missteps—they steal from graves. They skip the
gems and jewels, pass on the rings or just throw them out, they’re after
bodies. Dinner.
No bones to gnaw on in the casket of Sarah Joris. Plank spits at
the moon for enjoying the defeat.
“I eat one of yer old boots if you hadn’t burned them last winter,”
The Belldog said.
“Reanimated in the odors of death and twenty years on I still
have to hear about them shitty boots.”
(C) 2010 Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.
huddled in rags in a Kingsport alley . . .
(for Julia)
The ebb and flow of lips twisted by gin . . .
Wounded tongues . . . Drifting, whispering . . . Needing more . . .
Fingers snarling with lust . . .
No hiding places . . .
Crying things that cannot sleep . . .
Mouths haunted by vice . . .
Ships that glide on currents of blood . . .
A drunken musician swallows a gutter of degenerate urges. Its
sunless silence severs the prayers from his open mouth . . .
There are no hiding places . . .
The scent of pleasures burning . . .
In their bridal chambers, new corpses lie bent by the dirty kisses of
blackness . . .
There are no hiding places . . .
The sea is rising . . .
Kingsport’s dark sky answers no questions . . . Its frozen breast of
rust is the flag of the bleak . . . Swollen beaks from the rim of death,
drape change over the scarecrow-husks hiding in the sludge of madness
. . . Wind, scraped with ghost static, delivers rodent eternities that leak
blackened colors . . .
Kingsport and all its voiceless boundaries of rain and scaffolds of
assassin-shadows are mad things. Its winter mouths—nests of blackblack-
black, cold as the ice of oblivion-eroded dead mother poems—visit
the throats
(C) 2010 Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.
Engravings
Straight rain. Mean and murderous. Its eyes screaming for blood.
Denver faded three hundred miles back. Three hundred miles of
wet asphalt back . . . It could have been a thousand . . .
Rain. Mean and murderous—Engraving the world with sheets of
thorns. Rain. Screaming like the Old Man on a gin bender. Screaming
like the Old Man before the belt and the fists.
Thirty years back . . . Or it could have been yesterday.
This run was supposed to end in the desert, not in a ditch. But
the clock pressed. Tick-tock/tick-tock. Like a boss with eyes that
only said FASTER.
He needed coffee and a pack of smokes. Maybe some eggs and
toast . . . And something other then this Bible-thumping Forever that
poured out of the radio. A nice sexy waitress—not some upper-class
package with radar eyes searching for money, but earthy—knowing,
with blue eyes and a big butt that swayed. Not unkempt and worn,
but nice and maybe with a little extra. And she would wink all-sexylike
when she refilled his coffee.
Rain—full throttle, carrying violence with each slap. Like the Old
Man crossing the hardwood floor.
For the last fifty miles or every step he’d ever taken.
Broken. The knobs wouldn’t work. He couldn’t turn the fuckin’
radio off or down. The wipers working overtime, fighting off this
wallop of darkness.
He should pull over and wait it out. But he needed a smoke and
needed to be warm. Wanted . . . Wanted something to look at that didn’t
hurt his strained eyes. Wanted to hear something—someone other than
Rev. James Theodore Ellison’s promise to heal you if you sent him
money. To be healed by money. That’s what got him here.
(C) 2010 Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.
After Reading Michaux’s “In the Land of Magic”
The night is ice
& full of eyes. Winds that will not cure speak of November.
There are no white halls in the hostelry. The tin ceilings are low, the
carpets an exaggerated foliage of blunt faces. The wallpaper is sick
with the smell of twilight spreading endlessly.
Even the shadows rot.
Up forty-one stairs that whisper like migraines to a door closed on
the rumors and fragile madness of the stiff warblers outside. Behind
the stained and chipped panel with the tarnished knob and the loose
bolt that passes for a lock, the smallest rented room. Below, the Tavern
of Ruin, where time & dreams happened a long time ago. Sitting
on the edge of the bed where a restless thousand have disintegrated, a
curled figure in threadbare clothes
—his consciousness no more fluent than a haze of aimless dust—
gazes at a flat spot on the wall where a soft avalanche of hollowness
reaches out. The man named Uphill isn’t paralyzed, simply too empty
to move. Lost to his ordeals in the abyss he’s even forgotten the little
secrets children consider run-of-the-mill, forgotten all phenomena
not terrible . . .
(C) 2010 Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.
8’s & Aces
No whiskey. No days at the track these days . . . Pool in the backroom
of O’Connell’s Grill, no.
No pussy.
Crusin’ all those nights, up and down the strip in the souped-up
Chevelle—hopin’ for easy and cash and speed and surprise parties
with dancing and honey and big comfortable summer with bells and
the top down and everything in the whole god-damn world placed at
their feet . . .
Misadventure ringing, lost that map.
Outta laughs . . .
They wander ended story to story run its race. Simon Bartholomew
Wormwood . . . Annabelle Buck . . . Starling, Snow, Cotton Fulton
II and Case and Joris and Porfats and Polliards and Barretts and
Burgess and Estrada . . . and 137 others. All have reached their destination.
Many were not whole when they got there . . .
Plank and the Belldog steal from the Lord. They get born, live for
a time and come here in the end.
In the old lives they robbed graves for gems and jewels and rings
and bodies to sell. In this incarnation—after a night, many, many
years ago, of drunken missteps—they steal from graves. They skip the
gems and jewels, pass on the rings or just throw them out, they’re after
bodies. Dinner.
No bones to gnaw on in the casket of Sarah Joris. Plank spits at
the moon for enjoying the defeat.
“I eat one of yer old boots if you hadn’t burned them last winter,”
The Belldog said.
“Reanimated in the odors of death and twenty years on I still
have to hear about them shitty boots.”
(C) 2010 Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.
huddled in rags in a Kingsport alley . . .
(for Julia)
The ebb and flow of lips twisted by gin . . .
Wounded tongues . . . Drifting, whispering . . . Needing more . . .
Fingers snarling with lust . . .
No hiding places . . .
Crying things that cannot sleep . . .
Mouths haunted by vice . . .
Ships that glide on currents of blood . . .
A drunken musician swallows a gutter of degenerate urges. Its
sunless silence severs the prayers from his open mouth . . .
There are no hiding places . . .
The scent of pleasures burning . . .
In their bridal chambers, new corpses lie bent by the dirty kisses of
blackness . . .
There are no hiding places . . .
The sea is rising . . .
Kingsport’s dark sky answers no questions . . . Its frozen breast of
rust is the flag of the bleak . . . Swollen beaks from the rim of death,
drape change over the scarecrow-husks hiding in the sludge of madness
. . . Wind, scraped with ghost static, delivers rodent eternities that leak
blackened colors . . .
Kingsport and all its voiceless boundaries of rain and scaffolds of
assassin-shadows are mad things. Its winter mouths—nests of blackblack-
black, cold as the ice of oblivion-eroded dead mother poems—visit
the throats
(C) 2010 Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.
Engravings
Straight rain. Mean and murderous. Its eyes screaming for blood.
Denver faded three hundred miles back. Three hundred miles of
wet asphalt back . . . It could have been a thousand . . .
Rain. Mean and murderous—Engraving the world with sheets of
thorns. Rain. Screaming like the Old Man on a gin bender. Screaming
like the Old Man before the belt and the fists.
Thirty years back . . . Or it could have been yesterday.
This run was supposed to end in the desert, not in a ditch. But
the clock pressed. Tick-tock/tick-tock. Like a boss with eyes that
only said FASTER.
He needed coffee and a pack of smokes. Maybe some eggs and
toast . . . And something other then this Bible-thumping Forever that
poured out of the radio. A nice sexy waitress—not some upper-class
package with radar eyes searching for money, but earthy—knowing,
with blue eyes and a big butt that swayed. Not unkempt and worn,
but nice and maybe with a little extra. And she would wink all-sexylike
when she refilled his coffee.
Rain—full throttle, carrying violence with each slap. Like the Old
Man crossing the hardwood floor.
For the last fifty miles or every step he’d ever taken.
Broken. The knobs wouldn’t work. He couldn’t turn the fuckin’
radio off or down. The wipers working overtime, fighting off this
wallop of darkness.
He should pull over and wait it out. But he needed a smoke and
needed to be warm. Wanted . . . Wanted something to look at that didn’t
hurt his strained eyes. Wanted to hear something—someone other than
Rev. James Theodore Ellison’s promise to heal you if you sent him
money. To be healed by money. That’s what got him here.
(C) 2010 Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.
Friday, January 14, 2011
BEST of the YEAR? ??
At SheNeverSlept.com
http://sheneverslept.com/newsandreviews/archives/4164
SIN & ashes is up for BEst of the YEAR!! !!
I happy-happy PLEASED 'bout dat! !!
when it gets to voting, please Vote like you mean it! !!
http://sheneverslept.com/newsandreviews/archives/4164
SIN & ashes is up for BEst of the YEAR!! !!
I happy-happy PLEASED 'bout dat! !!
when it gets to voting, please Vote like you mean it! !!
DEAD BUT DREAMING 2
Here's the cover and the ToC for forthcoming anthology Dead But Dreaming 2, edited by Kevin Ross. It's from Miskatonic River Press soon.
http://miskatonicriverpress.com/
The table of contents is:
Foreword: Messrs. Cthulhu and Lovecraft Have Arrived", Kevin Ross
"Taggers", Walt Jarvis
"The Unfinished Basement", William Meikle
"Plush Cthulhu", Don Webb
"Class Reunion", Darrell Schweitzer
"First Nation", Scott David Aniolowski
"Your Ivory Hollow", Wilum Pugmire
"The Spell of the Eastern Sea", Michael Tice
"Dark Heart", Kevin Ross
"Transmission", T.E. Grau
"N is for Neville", John Goodrich
"The Timucuan Portal", Daniel W. Powell
"No Healing Prayers", Joseph S. Pulver, Sr.
"The Dissipation Club", Adrian Tchaikovsky
"Lure", David Annandale
"The Call", Rick Hautala
"Christmas Carrion", Donald R. Burleson
"The Depopulation Syndrome", Erik T. Johnson
"Uncle Sid’s Collection", Cody Goodfellow
"Father’s Day", Brian Sammons
"Innsmouth Idyll", Darrell Schweitzer
"The Hour of Our Triumph", Will Murray
"Here Be Monsters", Pete Rawlik
It goes without saying, I'm delighted to be part of this anthology.
Here's a publisher Lovecraftians needs to keep their eyes on! !!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I hear Bob read this text of mine at MythosCon...
"The Black Litany of Nug & Yeb" is an old text of mine from the Book of Eibon. Read by Bob Price, this was released on the STRANGE AEONS cd by Steve Lines...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKEuVVAV7YI&feature=related
Also heard it was a bit frightening when Bob read it as part of the Prayer Breakfast at MythosCon :)
Still remember Bob asking me to put on my Dr. Strange cape and whip up some spells for EIBON -- it was great fun! !!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKEuVVAV7YI&feature=related
Also heard it was a bit frightening when Bob read it as part of the Prayer Breakfast at MythosCon :)
Still remember Bob asking me to put on my Dr. Strange cape and whip up some spells for EIBON -- it was great fun! !!
more WORDS...
Joyce was in that bed—beating her wings—before they swallowed her
The hum of the black dog song. Chain gang chant.
Joyce was waiting for peacocks and confetti. And splendor. She had yellow fever, the carnival—small hours-masked people-spoonfuls and centuries-the immobile sky—danced in her
Kathleen was there; quiet mostly. Bed on yonder sothen wall, at the bottom of the world, some dog in a jailhouse. The little drops would not let her go... Spider came walked away with all her time. Left a change in the air
Nova cried. Kathleen wasn’t even 40. Didn’t even look 30. Too young. “Way too fucking young to be stripped and pushed.” Way too pretty to be cast into that hell. Nova cried. She was way too pretty—she had a shine she’d taken a shine to—and quiet and too nice to have them overturn her. And Christ, all that talent
Bastard just clapped his hands, took Jayne (still hanging on to St. Christopher) too—Who knows to what harbor of oily night. Took her right off the vine—down-down-down
empty beds
sank all those ships
The hum of the black dog song. Chain gang chant.
Joyce was waiting for peacocks and confetti. And splendor. She had yellow fever, the carnival—small hours-masked people-spoonfuls and centuries-the immobile sky—danced in her
Kathleen was there; quiet mostly. Bed on yonder sothen wall, at the bottom of the world, some dog in a jailhouse. The little drops would not let her go... Spider came walked away with all her time. Left a change in the air
Nova cried. Kathleen wasn’t even 40. Didn’t even look 30. Too young. “Way too fucking young to be stripped and pushed.” Way too pretty to be cast into that hell. Nova cried. She was way too pretty—she had a shine she’d taken a shine to—and quiet and too nice to have them overturn her. And Christ, all that talent
Bastard just clapped his hands, took Jayne (still hanging on to St. Christopher) too—Who knows to what harbor of oily night. Took her right off the vine—down-down-down
empty beds
sank all those ships
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Unfilmable SINs ...
My pal, Craig, over at UNFILMABLE has a new post for my new collection SIN & ashes ...
He is sharing some excerpts & a wee, well, new thing ...
CK it out!! !
http://unfilmable.blogspot.com/
He is sharing some excerpts & a wee, well, new thing ...
CK it out!! !
http://unfilmable.blogspot.com/
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Bob Price's Secret Heart of Asia
here's a sneak at the FINAL "ToC" for Bob Price's new Secret Heart of Asia
Ernest J. Fischer, “The Event at Gangew Taundon” 23 pp
Michael Fantina, “Leviathan” 21 pp
Pierre Comtois, “Masks of the Puppet Lord” 36 pp
Ben P. Indick, “The Monster in the Lake” 7 pp
Ann K. Schwader, “The Death Verses of Yian-Ho” 11 pp
Leigh Blackmore, “The Return of Zoth-Ommog” 23 pp
Lin Carter & Laurence J. Cornford, “The Doom of Enos Harker” 16 pp
Richard A. Lupoff, “Steps Leading Downward” 25 pp
Joseph S. Pulver, Sr., “The Corpse-Eating Cult of Leng” [14,300+ words]
Stephen Mark Rainey, “Warlords of Leng”
Will Murray, “God General Nakji”
vEry glad to be in this one! !
Mythos Books. Sorry, I do not have a date on it yet. More where I know!! !
Ernest J. Fischer, “The Event at Gangew Taundon” 23 pp
Michael Fantina, “Leviathan” 21 pp
Pierre Comtois, “Masks of the Puppet Lord” 36 pp
Ben P. Indick, “The Monster in the Lake” 7 pp
Ann K. Schwader, “The Death Verses of Yian-Ho” 11 pp
Leigh Blackmore, “The Return of Zoth-Ommog” 23 pp
Lin Carter & Laurence J. Cornford, “The Doom of Enos Harker” 16 pp
Richard A. Lupoff, “Steps Leading Downward” 25 pp
Joseph S. Pulver, Sr., “The Corpse-Eating Cult of Leng” [14,300+ words]
Stephen Mark Rainey, “Warlords of Leng”
Will Murray, “God General Nakji”
vEry glad to be in this one! !
Mythos Books. Sorry, I do not have a date on it yet. More where I know!! !
Sunday, January 2, 2011
BEST list... bottom of the 9th shocker! !!
OK, excited [yeah-yeah, I know, what's new? ??] so this will be . . . babbling...
I'm a flatout wacko Laird Barron fan -- everyone is [or should be!]!! ! Proud I'm one!! ! So I see a link to an LB interview I missed well, I'm on it. If you know Laird you know he's worth reading even if he merely whipped up the phone book for the dArk District. So I'm reading, nodding my yep & yes to his observasions and comments! !! and then I see my name . . .
Heart stops. Breathing? What's that? & HUH?? Blink 27 yimes, yep name's still right there. Pulver. Pulver?
OK, yep, he penned the intro to my new book [talk about lucky!! and honored & humbled!]. You'd think after the praise in his intro to SIN, no big deal -- W R O N G! I found myself shocked and amazed [and D E L I GH T E D as hell times 7,982] to see ME near the end . . . Yeah, that was me you heard shout What The--!! ! Had it been you, you would have as well. Why? Easy. Along w/ Kiernan and Liz Hand he is part of my trinity -- those still w/ us and working. They are the masters of the field I toil in, to me anyway, you're free to pick yer own. So to have one of them say I'm of note is simply mind blowing! !!
Guess you can tell I have not got used to praise yet -- Shoot me if I do!! Yeah, even after Ligotti, Price, Datlow, Joshi, and other notables I'm not used to it...
So bottom of the 9th we get his rec list -- S G Jones, & Tremblay, yep, scary-ass monster wordsmiths! !! John Langan, hell yes!! Bet his middle name is, Chops-to-burn! Straub, name covers it -- 'nuff said! Don't know Ms. Llewellyn, but she's damn sure on my list. & I have not had the chance yet to read Ms. Langan but will - have wanted to for a while... Some list.
I could rant for another 10 pages, but I'll shut up. Go read Laird. CK out who he recs, they ARE worth your time and money! And if you decide to take a lookie-see at SIN I hope you too find it of merit.
Last word -- Thanks, Laird. Thanks.
http://www.sfsignal.com/archives/2010/12/be-my-victim-laird-barron/
I'm a flatout wacko Laird Barron fan -- everyone is [or should be!]!! ! Proud I'm one!! ! So I see a link to an LB interview I missed well, I'm on it. If you know Laird you know he's worth reading even if he merely whipped up the phone book for the dArk District. So I'm reading, nodding my yep & yes to his observasions and comments! !! and then I see my name . . .
Heart stops. Breathing? What's that? & HUH?? Blink 27 yimes, yep name's still right there. Pulver. Pulver?
OK, yep, he penned the intro to my new book [talk about lucky!! and honored & humbled!]. You'd think after the praise in his intro to SIN, no big deal -- W R O N G! I found myself shocked and amazed [and D E L I GH T E D as hell times 7,982] to see ME near the end . . . Yeah, that was me you heard shout What The--!! ! Had it been you, you would have as well. Why? Easy. Along w/ Kiernan and Liz Hand he is part of my trinity -- those still w/ us and working. They are the masters of the field I toil in, to me anyway, you're free to pick yer own. So to have one of them say I'm of note is simply mind blowing! !!
Guess you can tell I have not got used to praise yet -- Shoot me if I do!! Yeah, even after Ligotti, Price, Datlow, Joshi, and other notables I'm not used to it...
So bottom of the 9th we get his rec list -- S G Jones, & Tremblay, yep, scary-ass monster wordsmiths! !! John Langan, hell yes!! Bet his middle name is, Chops-to-burn! Straub, name covers it -- 'nuff said! Don't know Ms. Llewellyn, but she's damn sure on my list. & I have not had the chance yet to read Ms. Langan but will - have wanted to for a while... Some list.
I could rant for another 10 pages, but I'll shut up. Go read Laird. CK out who he recs, they ARE worth your time and money! And if you decide to take a lookie-see at SIN I hope you too find it of merit.
Last word -- Thanks, Laird. Thanks.
http://www.sfsignal.com/archives/2010/12/be-my-victim-laird-barron/
Forgot: another NEW tExt coming...
I have a new work, "kristamas as an exhibition", inspired by the beguiling work of Kristamas Klousch. It will appear in editor, Ivan McCann's new collection AKLONOMICON coming later this year. & I have the great luck & joy of her art appearing w/ the tExt! !! YAYaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaYY Y!! !
Want to see wonder? ?? Go here! !!
http://kristamas.net/home.html
I WILL have a lot more to say about this collection soon!! ! Looking like it may blow a few minds! !! HINT: maybe Spriggs, Strantzas, Gavin, Krall, Cook, Gucker, . . . :)
I AM excited! !! Come March or so when you see the "ToC" you might whoopie a YAY or 6 as well! !!
Want to see wonder? ?? Go here! !!
http://kristamas.net/home.html
I WILL have a lot more to say about this collection soon!! ! Looking like it may blow a few minds! !! HINT: maybe Spriggs, Strantzas, Gavin, Krall, Cook, Gucker, . . . :)
I AM excited! !! Come March or so when you see the "ToC" you might whoopie a YAY or 6 as well! !!
What's he doing in there . . .
My story is as plain as that door. There is the side you see and this side--
I have penned a tAle/tExt inspired by HPL’s “atMoM”. It is called, “Before and After Science”. Even submitted it . . .
A look behind the curtain [one of them] can be found here --
http://pagehorrific.blogspot.com/2010/12/ph4q-joseph-s-pulver-sr.html
My Tale “No Healing Prayers” has been accepted for Kevin Ross’ DEAD BUT DREAMING 2 coming from Miskatonic River Press later this year. More on the "ToC" when I know...
MRP is here --
http://miskatonicriverpress.com/
Working on a HUGE pile of things [from “something” classic/sort of/ to Bizzaro to sheer Pulverian]. . . some are colabs . . . many may be STrange, even for me . . .
Many new things will be appearing thi
s year. Many. More than a few new thing
s have been submitted, we’ll see what happen
s . . .
My new collection, SIN & ashes, is out. It has received a fair bit of praise so far. LAIRD BARRON penned the intro for SIN – Yep. Cool as hell! !!
You can get SIN here --
http://www.hippocampuspress.com/mythos-and-other-authors/fiction/sin-ashes-by-joseph-s.-pulver-sr.?zenid=df2b70baf7e2a3946cfb14614f864800
http://www.amazon.com/SIN-ashes-Joseph-S-Pulver/dp/0984480242/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1293961040&sr=1-3
I have an author page on Amazon as well...
Some praise [a 5star rave] for SIN can be found here --
http://sheneverslept.com/newsandreviews/archives/4164
[I hear more praise for SIN is coming soon]. I'll keep you posted.
I have a new thing [a colab] in the next issue [#4] of STRANGE AEONS...
http://strange-aeons.com/
Nightmare's Disciple and Blood Will Have Its Season are being prepared for E-books [pity the poor editor! !!]. They will be coming soon from Speaking Volumes. ND will also be a old school print book. ND will contain [FINALLY!! !] Bob Price's "original" introduction [which was not included in the Chaosium edition], and a new 10-years-after-look at ND by Bob. Maybe an afterword by me? ??
http://www.speakingvolumes.us/indexflsh.asp
More when I can remember what I was going to say, and SEE what’s what on this mess of a desktop... Looks like a lot of !active!! things squirmin' 'bout there...
HAPPY NEW YEAR to you all!! !
I have penned a tAle/tExt inspired by HPL’s “atMoM”. It is called, “Before and After Science”. Even submitted it . . .
A look behind the curtain [one of them] can be found here --
http://pagehorrific.blogspot.com/2010/12/ph4q-joseph-s-pulver-sr.html
My Tale “No Healing Prayers” has been accepted for Kevin Ross’ DEAD BUT DREAMING 2 coming from Miskatonic River Press later this year. More on the "ToC" when I know...
MRP is here --
http://miskatonicriverpress.com/
Working on a HUGE pile of things [from “something” classic/sort of/ to Bizzaro to sheer Pulverian]. . . some are colabs . . . many may be STrange, even for me . . .
Many new things will be appearing thi
s year. Many. More than a few new thing
s have been submitted, we’ll see what happen
s . . .
My new collection, SIN & ashes, is out. It has received a fair bit of praise so far. LAIRD BARRON penned the intro for SIN – Yep. Cool as hell! !!
You can get SIN here --
http://www.hippocampuspress.com/mythos-and-other-authors/fiction/sin-ashes-by-joseph-s.-pulver-sr.?zenid=df2b70baf7e2a3946cfb14614f864800
http://www.amazon.com/SIN-ashes-Joseph-S-Pulver/dp/0984480242/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1293961040&sr=1-3
I have an author page on Amazon as well...
Some praise [a 5star rave] for SIN can be found here --
http://sheneverslept.com/newsandreviews/archives/4164
[I hear more praise for SIN is coming soon]. I'll keep you posted.
I have a new thing [a colab] in the next issue [#4] of STRANGE AEONS...
http://strange-aeons.com/
Nightmare's Disciple and Blood Will Have Its Season are being prepared for E-books [pity the poor editor! !!]. They will be coming soon from Speaking Volumes. ND will also be a old school print book. ND will contain [FINALLY!! !] Bob Price's "original" introduction [which was not included in the Chaosium edition], and a new 10-years-after-look at ND by Bob. Maybe an afterword by me? ??
http://www.speakingvolumes.us/indexflsh.asp
More when I can remember what I was going to say, and SEE what’s what on this mess of a desktop... Looks like a lot of !active!! things squirmin' 'bout there...
HAPPY NEW YEAR to you all!! !
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