Jumping Gill-Men, It’s a Lovecraft!

Fresh off the suspiciously damp presses: the first 7 issues of Innsmouth Magazine (formerly Innsmouth Free Press) are now available as kindle and e-book purchases from Amazon.com. They come in two bundles: Collected Issues 1-4 and Collected Issues 5-7. That latter collection just happens to include my Best Horror of the Year honorable mention “On […]

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Maybe Not So Honorable

First off, my sincerest apologies for the extended hiatus. I’ve been on something of a literary deep-sea diving expedition, and yes, I’ve caught a few unusual specimens. More news on that later. For now, I wanted to emerge for a few moments to share the news that my short story, “On The Generation of Insects” […]

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Eldritch Horror Weekend

I’m still working on deciphering that mysterious parcel. It’s a puzzle, alright, but for the time being, at least, it appears to be a benign one. I’ve still got my own (authentic) writing to worry about, so please bear with me. In the meantime, my coverage of the 2011 H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival in San […]

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The End Is Come

There are some things that must be said for endings. That all good things, for instance, must come to them. That they tend to occur synchronously with new beginnings. That the existence or nonexistence of happy ones is ultimately debatable. Here’s another one: that one has been reached with this, my final column for Innsmouth […]

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And It Gets Weirder

When I was a kid, I had an anthology called Microcosmic Tales. Correction: my brother had an anthology, which I frequently, and eventually permanently, appropriated. It was exceptional in that the stories were selected by Isaac Asimov, whose name I knew despite having never read his stuff, alongside Martin Greenberg and Joseph Olander, whose names […]

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Robble Robble

How can I be so terrified by a game in which one of the enemies looks like she fell face-first into a platter of cocktail shrimp? In which all of the horrific mangling comes at the hands of the English (and I mean proper tea-and-crumpets English) dub? In which another enemy is the spitting image […]

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It’s Confessional Time

I’m afraid of bookmarks. As a youth, I learned to find my place by touch, flipping through the pages until I hit that tell-tale looseness in the binding. If a book required I skip around, e.g. for endnotes or color plates, I’d mark my place with my second or third digits; since I liked to […]

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Interview with a Rather Handsome Fellow

The intrepid journalists over at Innsmouth Free Press have seen fit to publish a four-question micro-interview with yours truly in their virtual fish wrap. It even includes a headshot in which your humble author is effectually indistinguishable from the various zoological specimens visible in the background. As you ponder my immeasurably profound responses, see if […]

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