I Interview Melanie Browne at PMM Where We Suffer the Leetle Lemmings, See Circus Fish, Sculpt Charles Manson (kinda), Pole dance with Gypsies, and then the Wicked Woman's Booty Sails into Thunderous Thwarts of Thicketing Trunks of Trampled... Trinkets

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The title? True story. Mostly.

There are a few reasons why Texas shouldn't be thrown to hell in a handmade casket. In no particular order: Carrie Clevenger, geckos, Suzy Bradshaw, wildflowers, Bill Crider, mourning doves, Nicole Hadaway, Mark Crittenden, this thing, the cactus on my roof, and 

Yes, this is her tattoo! I found this
at Billy Idol's site.
Hawt as a Borderland Texas BBQ
grill in the grid of summer
where the wasps the size of f*cking
birds come out to bite then sting you.
Sizzle, sizzle little lady
let that rebel roar.
(I wrote that for you, Mel) 

<------  Melanie Browne, editor of The Literary Burlesque, who I had the distinct pleasure of laughing with,  lemming-tossing with, pole-dancing with, rebel-yelling with, chatting with, ahem, officially interviewing for Pulp Metal Magazine. She is nothing but abstract awesome and everything I had hoped Texas to be. Thank you, Mel, for making the lone star state, well, not so lonesome and for giving the world such lovely visions through your eyes. 

Also.... ARRRR!!!!!  PMM spanks

The Wicked Woman's Booty in Episode #6 Thar Be No Rules 'ere Gentlemen o' Fortune Tread

A big Thank You, as always, to Jason Michel. 


ps. I'm terribly behind on reading stories and responding to emials I'll catch up soon (I hope!)

Godwin's Review of Michel's "Confessions Of A Black Dog"

As most of you know, Jason Michel's book Confessions of Black Dog was unleashed recently through BrownPaperPublishinG.


Richard Godwin has given a stellar review of COABD that has got me and everyone else just itching to read it (as if we weren't already!). Both men are remarkably intelligent, and even more importantly, have a respect and love for the art of storytelling. Read Godwin's review HERE or HERE. Then rush off to purchase Michel's book HERE.


Comments are closed on this post! Please leave your wonderful thoughts at these gentlemen's sites. I'm sure they would love to hear from you.

P&E Poll Time - Click It or Ticket

Two sadistic, lovely souls decided to torture and delight mine by nominating my short stories Spindled Souls & Pillow Talk over at Predator & Editors Polling Site. If Amazon Goddess Frogslingers threaten you or  lest I send Henrietta with scarlet binds and finely feathered pillows ~all the better to smother you with, my dear~ then go now, and vote for the tortured souls of the scarecrow folk OR for whoever the heck you want to vote for (Lori Titus, Sean Monaghan, Angel Zapata, Paul Brazil, Bill Crider, Chris Holms, Brian Barnett, Jim Bronyaur, ect, ect, ect...)  HERE.

And while you are at it, there are many fine ezines and editors that have been nominated as well. I've made my choices and you can make yours.

Click here to vote for editors.

Click here to vote for ezines.

Everybody Loves Cocaine... and Matthew McBride, My review

Random. Chance. Fate. Fatum as the latin word goes. Which, enunciated, sounds like fat tombs. You tell me the words ‘fat tombs’ and I think of the frog plague from the old testament and I wonder if the children (the children of the children) of Egypt, as a past time, made pyramid tombs for fat frogs...
Did I mention the word random?

Well, fate dishes it out to us in both the good and bad varieties. And I was happy when Matthew McBride let me know I’d won a copy of Needle magazine with his story, Everybody Loves Cocaine. The envelope arrived endowed with his wonderful art, and his story page has a “best wishes, you rock!” and signature. It simply made my day. Good 'fat tombs' for Jodi!

So Matt, I hope you like the collage I made above and the review I wrote for you below. And that Bowie? It’s been places, man. But I ain’t sayin’ where. *wink*

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McBride’s story, Everybody Loves Cocaine, is a razor edged read you don’t want to shave or snort with. Although, the razor comes in handy if you happen to find yourself, like his protagonist, with two other dudes, and only half a gram of cocaine. Sometimes, “Sorry, dude” just doesn’t cut it. You want some more? Get some while its still legal… by purchasing Needle magazine here.

Recently, I’ve been disappointed in small press releases. Because of the availability and ease of self-publishing, there is a rush to throw paper, words and names together and fart it unto mankind. All that to say, I was very pleased with the quality of Needle Magazine. It is on par with other high quality magazines I’ve subscribed to over the years such as Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, and Shimmer.

Thanks to fatum and some good people, I won’t be building any frog tombs, but I got
a good smile, a signed kick ass story, and a pleasant discovery of a quality ezine.

Thank you, Matt.

Interview with Richard Godwin & Choose Your Poison Weekend

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I was interviewed at the Slaughterhouse while The Girl Who Was Chased by the Abominable Snowman with a Machete spanked The Wicked Woman's Booty.

Poisoned pleasures come in 3's.

Links below.

Interview With Richard Godwin at the Slaughterhouse

Thank you Richard!

The Girl Who Was Chased By The Abominable Snowman At 10Flash!

Thank you to 10Flash! editors Kc Ball & Jude Marie-Green

The Wicked Woman's Booty #5: Tis Be th' Way o' Lust an Lore

Thanks to PPM editor Jason Michel for docking me bad boy pirates!

Buffalo Gal, Won't You Come Out Tonight and Give Hell's Bells a Shake at Thrillers, Killers n Chillers

Buffalo Gal,
Won't You Come Out Tonight
and Give Hell's Bells a Shake

at TKnC

Big Thank You to editor Col Bury.

Warning: Somethings just aren't right. This story is one of them. The author is not responsible for any disturbances this story may cause to the spirit of Christmas forward hence thereof and... after.

Dross at In Between Altered States

Sometimes we ask questions too late.


Read Dross at In Between Altered States. Thank you so much to editor, Aleathia Drehmer, for publishing this raw flash of prose.