Coming Soon...

This is the cover for the poetry collection coming from Papaveria in July, in a nice paperback edition that won't break the bank. Contains Sonnets for Orpheus, The Lucifer Cantos and more... such as the somewhat ribald (i.e. downright filthy) Sonnets for Kouroi Old and New, for example, which some of you Glaswegians out there may have seen me perform in various venues.

Icarus Summer 2011 *AND*...

News #1: Yep, the latest Icarus is now out, with a story by yours truly, "Broken Hearts in Bullet Time," in which the irrepressible -- literally; I've tried but they refuse not to be written about -- Jack and Puck wreak havoc in the interstices of Casablanca.



Click the linkee above to order it via Magcloud or go to Wizard's Tower Press for the e-version.

And the *AND*...?

News #2: If you're signed up to the Lethe Press newsletter you'll have heard about this already. If not, you may be pleased to know that I've just signed a deal with them for my first short story collection. I can't give you any details as yet on ToC or schedule, obviously, but I'll keep you posted as Steve and I get the nitty-gritty sorted.

Oh, and this just in...

News #3: I can't show you it yet cause it's preliminary, but Erzebet Yellowboy of Papaveria Press just sent me through a draft cover for the poetry collection, Songs for the Devil and Death. It is, of course, awesomesox.

Dni Fantastyki

Just a quick note to let any Polish readers out there know that I'll be over at Dni Fantastyki in Wroclaw, 24th-26th June. Don't know what my schedule is yet, but look for me wherever the beer is at. Or the Żubrówka vodka. Mmmmm, bison grass.

Welcome to the Jungle

But what I really want to know is: when did Dean and Sam find time to learn the cello in between ganking demons?

New Notes from New Sodom Column

So the 21st of May came and went without a whiff of the Rapture, nary a hint of Moby Douche, the Great White Fail, breaching the firmament above. No star called Wormwood fallen from the sky, turning a third of the waters to tasty absinthe. No angels treading the wine gums of the wrath of the Lord. Not a peep of New Jerusalem on the early warning radar. Instead here we are, still in New Sodom, with Benny the Rat still in the Vatican, Fred Phelps still on the streets, and Harold Camping still on the radio, still selling his schtick. The Rapture’s postponed apparently, till the 21st October. Cool. That’s going to be one fuck of 40th birthday party for me that day then...

Future Nostalgia

Thirty one days in Alef, Daleth,
Zayin, Yod and Mem,
Thirty one days in Ayin too
And Qof and Tav. And then?
All of the rest have thirty days,
But one year every five
There's three more days
For us all to play
Cause the leapfest has arrived!

(Trad.)