Welcome to the Deep and Dark

  • “I watched a wake of turkey vultures slurp up bits of cow…” The Scavenger, a rural Florida gothic serial killer tale, first dramatized by Creepy Podcast and later picked up by Illustrated Worlds Magazine – is reprinted below. (First, though, this photo…taken from…

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  • The Harborside Mobil Stop-n-Go shines its beacon, its big old sign with all the gas prices, the ones that go back and forth a few cents every day for reasons I’ll never know, way up high for the boats to…

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  • She spits through lips painted green. She means disrespect but I see DNA. In spit is a stamp that can clone or convict you. I suppose that an artist’s work, to its maker, does both. I can understand the desire…

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  • To Bethany, with teeth. debuted in Luna Station Quarterly earlier this Spring. I am reprinting it here today in full. An odd little morality tale featuring witchcraft gone wrong…gone right. (Painting above, Buried in the Sand, by me.) To Bethany,…

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  • In Another Life: A study of mania and its inevitable crash. And also, orange juice. Originally published in the Spring/Summer issue of Ink in Thirds. In Another Life  James lies on the motel bed. Outside, a tinsel rain begins to fall. …

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  • Spiral: A young art school chick and an aging male nude art model’s friendship snaps and irreparably unwinds. Did they ever really know each other at all? Spoiler alert: NOPE! To be published later this year in BULL. Painting above…

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  • Once, We Were Under the Sea, an ode to prehistoric Florida, can be found in the Spring 2025 edition of the prestigious Whale Road Review. The edition in full is inspiringly curated – jewel-like and intoxicating. I recommend reading each…

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  • To Bethany, with Teeth: A tale of abuse and retribution set in a world where witchcraft is a science, where hexes and spells are available to anyone willing to expend a little patience and effort. I am really struggling with…

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  • It was as hot as all the things people like to say things could be as hot as: Hell. Balls. Fuck. Shit. Biscuits. I took off my t-shirt, dipped it in the water and tied it around my head. I was…

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  • Find my poem Saw Palm, a portrait of a brutal, quintessential Florida landscape, in the Winter 2025 edition of Sarasota, Florida’s Bookstore1’s publication, Magazine1. Kind of cool to be featured in a magazine in my hometown. An excerpt: Ever seen…

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