I’ll be at the Mad Monster Party in July

If you’re not familiar with Mad Monster Party, I suggest you check out their website. This is a horror themed convention and I’ll have a vendor table. It’s happening in Glendale, AZ on the Fourth of July weekend. They have a great list of celebrities who will be in attendance. It looks like it’ll be a lot of fun. What will I be doing there? At my vendor table, I’ll be selling copies of my book “The Morbid Museum,” a collection of short horror stories framed around a curator and museum of death.

I’ll have paperback copies and a few hardbound copies. I will also have an exclusive collection of spooky haikus available for those spooky poetry fans. “Haunting Haikus” has 23 haikus along with some images. It’s a quick read but fun. I will also have a few bookmarks for sale. These will have spooky themes like skulls, pumpkins, and witches. I’ll post some photos once I have everything collected and packaged. I’m still waiting on a few deliveries. I’ll post more details as I get them. If you’ll be in Glendale, AZ on the Fourth of July weekend, come to the Mad Monster Party, find my table, and say hi. I’m looking forward to hanging with my fellow horror enthusiasts. 

Keys Reef Part 2

Read Part 1.

            Larcus sits on the reef trying to remember his past.

            “I know I was feared. I can feel it in my exo-bones. Why can’t I remember? Could my memories have been stolen?”

            “Figure out your master plan yet?”

            “It’s about time you came back, Doris. I’m having trouble focusing.”

            “That’s nothing new.”

            “I’m serious. There are things I can’t remember.”

            “I know, and some of your memories may never come back. I’m sorry.”

            “Was it you?”

            “Was what me?”

            “Did you take them?”

            “I didn’t take your damn worms.”

            “No that. My memories.”


            “Did you take them? Did you steal my memories?”

            “How would anyone steal someone’s memories?”

            “Why don’t you tell me since you obviously did it?”

            “No, I didn’t.”

            “Well, someone did. All the more reason for me to take over the world.”

            “No one stole your memories dear. At least not the way you think.”

            “What does that mean?”

            “I have to re-tell you this story every couple months because you always forget.”

            “What else did I forget?”

            “Many years ago, you had an accident. You got caught in a fishing net. Humans pulled you into their boat. You fought them off and jumped back into the water. You got sucked into the boat’s propellor. You healed but suffered severe head trauma and lost most of your memories.”

            “I don’t remember any of that.”

            “I know.”

            “You saw it happen?”


            “So, it’s no longer about world domination and power.”


            “It’s about revenge against the humans!”

            “No. No, it’s about healing.”

            “Vengeance will be mine!”

            “That’s not what I’m trying to say.”

            “Beware humans! You stole my memories, and I will steal your world.”

            “They didn’t steal…”

            “Beware you evolutionary inferior bipeds.”

            “With no memory of the several thousand years you’ve been alive, and you haven’t changed at all.”        

            “I will take your world by force and then take your memories. Hahahaha!”

            “How will you do that?”

            “By melting the…oh that’s what I was doing.”

Part 3 Coming May 21.

Flashback Friday Poetry: The Poe Toaster

He came once a year
always bearing a Gift,
a bottle of Cognac and just three Roses.
into the graveyard,
so dark and dreary,
with a wide-brimmed black hat and a white scarf.
slithering in secret
and always alone,
only the Groundskeeper knew it was Him.
He offered a Toast
and drank in the Honor
of the man whom he did Admire.
a sign of Respect
to someone long passed
whose Birth was celebrated even after death.
so many years
this Tradition was followed,
getting public attention close to its end.
two hundred years,
the tradition ended
but spectators wanted it to go on.
now I offer to Him,
wherever He now toasts,
a Bottle of cognac and just Three roses.