What’s New

Whoa, so, haven’t updated this bitch in a while. Muh bad.

I’ve got a new book coming out with Broken River Books soon, working on some dope stuff, I’ll try to post more on here. Make it more professional and ish.



“Flesh and Blood” in Pantheon’s new anthology

My story “Flesh and Blood” is in Pantheon Magazine’s latest anthology, Gaia: Shadow & Breath, sharing good company with the humble/super talented Richard Thomas, the sick as fuck illustrations of Luke Spooner, and other authors I’m psyched to read. Pantheon kicks ass. Look how ill that cover is. “Flesh and Blood” is about lost love and a dysfunctional family, but with people who have wooden skeletons/flashbacks told through grindhouse picture reels inside a woman’s head/sex that’s probably more sad than erotic. Check it out and read everything in it while drooling over Spooner’s incredible art. 

Review: MOTHERFUCKING SHARKS – Brian Allen Carr

I read this in a day. I can say that for a lot of books, but still. Could not put it down, and that is due largely to the fact that it feels like one gigantic scene almost. I don’t even see the point in chapter breaks for this book, but that isn’t to say it’s drawn out. Not at all. In fact, it moves so swiftly, never stopping to take a breather, never going off track. Grab onto something tight and let this motherfucking insane novel lurch you forward with its motherfucking beautiful, almost whimsical prose, straight into the mouth of a motherfucking shark that is going to motherfucking eat you, motherfucker. 

Review: XXX SHAMUS – Red Hammond

XXX SHAMUS is the smartest piece of trash I’ve ever read. It’s also the sleaziest work of art. I’ll be scrubbing this filthy feeling off of me for months, but it’s worth it, and at some point I’ll dive back in to these seedy (oh yeah, that kind of seed) pages.

Hopper is one of my favorite characters to come out of noir fiction in a long time. He’s likable, timid, introverted, and yet he’s a sex machine, an addict and a magnet. Though the raunchy hardcore sex is probably what most will remember this book by (and can’t blame them, it’s unforgettable, whether that’s a good or bad thing), the story is twisty in a subtle, slow burning way. The narrative is gripping, Hammond’s voice alluring. And the characters are all layered and interesting, no matter how big or small a role they play.

This is a disgusting masterpiece.

Review: THE LEAST OF MY SCARS – Stephen Graham Jones

Alone and slipping into paranoia. Obsessed with mannequin neighbors and family members, with a wet-dry vac, robot arms, and killing people delivered to his doorstep. This is William Colton Hughes, the serial killer who never leaves his apartment, and he’s been waiting for you to come and knock on his door. 

SGJ always grabs me, but this may be the most gripping voice he’s ever tapped into. Billy is a darker, more complex, somehow strangely relatable type of serial killer than any other in literature. 

And the things he does with the bodies… Conversations he has over the phone with Dashboard Mary… I won’t spoil anything. 

Read this in one sitting. Get lost in it. But be sure to shower afterwards, as this is grimy and gory territory, but oh, is it wonderful in the most sinister of ways. 

Dark, romantic, raw, disturbing. Jones never, ever flinches or pulls punches with LEAST OF MY SCARS, which just may be his best work to date, and that is saying a lot.

Review: THE CHEAT CODE FOR GOD MODE by Andy de Fonseca

Let’s imagine THE MATRIX and Super Mario Bros. had a baby delivered by a scientist in a meme hospital. Yeah, bizarre. That’s what CHEAT CODE FOR GOD MODE is.

Ridiculous. Hilarious. Clever.

Mixed with the geeky humor is some commentary on creation, evolution, and what it means to be human. But mostly this is an insanely fun read that moves at breakneck speeds. Fun is the word to best describe this book.

Fun, fun, fun.

If you’re a geek, that is. Or at all into social networking or video games. If not, you may be a bit in the dark. But who’s to say you won’t still enjoy this awesome sauce cooked up by the newly discovered Andy de Fonseca? I’m not going to say that. Hell no.

Read and laugh hysterically.