Category Archives: Blood and Whiskey

A waist-deep wade into “The Two Revolvers Saga”, a Post-Apocalyptic Western Series

The Two Revolvers Saga is not something I intended from the beginning, although the response from readers has been the primary source of fuel when deciding to expand upon the lore and the man that is Rancid Mahoney, a character … Continue reading

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Dangling in the breeze, you know, like all the rotten sacks do…

Chinaski, Chinaski, Chinaski. Somebody dig this man up from his grave and slap him across his rotten face, tell him enough with the horse track poems, tell him they’re bad, real bad! They’re real bad, Hank, if I have to … Continue reading

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The Beats are dyin’ away, and I don’t think I can stop em…

I hate to give a dead man a somewhat poor review for one of his books when I can in no way ask him about what was going through his head at the time. But even if I could ask … Continue reading

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Steinbeck never saw this one coming

“New Veronia”, the debut novel from M. S. Coe, is a demented, other-dimensional parallel to “Of Mice and Men”, dipped in a boiling hot vat of skinhead blood, and then fried in whatever baby oil concoction Hulk Hogan uses to … Continue reading

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“This was the year that I fell in love with a tornado…”

Do stick figures dream of a third dimension? If they do, that dream springs forth from the creative mind-womb of Julian Porter in the form of his debut novella Hibakusha Don’t Eat Pop-tarts. On the surface, which is not completely … Continue reading

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Tonight is all about channeling a little rage, and that guy’s blood is still smeared all over the road outside; it looks like some car’s oil pan gave up on life and splattered all of its aspirations all over the concrete

Every time I hear a noise outside the front door, I race to the peep hole and stick my eye as close to the void as I can. The inside of the glass eyepiece is dirty and around the rim … Continue reading

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