American Monster has been picked up by a West Coast publisher who I cannot name right now, but it is one I am indescribably proud to be associated with. Biggest hangover ever.
The Box came out on Juked; the folks at Doghorn never cease to amaze me with their generosity and professionalism.
And always always the kids, and the Doctor.
One day, I told myself. One day I’d get to do one of these bad boys. The TNB self-interview. Here it is. And an excerpt, too. After another blackout she came to with blood under her nails that she could not explain. Norma howled in frustration. Rain chipped at the roof. Was it morning? Which…
Been so long,I’ve forgotten. For all I know it could be empty. #irony #awkward Oh wait. Here are some pictures from World Fantasy Con in San Antonio, way back in October/November 2017. And if you want to see more, I wrote about it over at LitReactor.
Bring me your dreams and your nightmares, your broken bunnies and inflatable friends, your pocket universes and hero’s gurneys and sentence fragments and eldritch ellipses. I promise to make you uncomfortable. Still time to sign up.
While I’m catching up on news, here is Breach magazine’s review of my upcoming collection, Collision. Stories are ruthless, nothing is safe—even the child who offers a lollipop and loses a wrist to the Clint Eastwood dog. Breukelaar experiments with the Gothic and queries the queer. Bedded within the tales is a voluptuous energy that…
I wrote a piece on rejection inspired by a student who has, by way of their first rejection slip, joined our family of the damned. You can read it at Vol.1.Brooklyn, a great little lit mag taking lollipop steps all over the intersphere. For TW and RN.
No products in the cart.