We travel throughout the rain-swept night. The sound of the van’s windshield wipers lull me to sleep. Every so often I jump up to the sound of stereophonic thunder, and catch split-second glimpses of the low-level plains in the spidery cobwebs of electrostatic action. Except for a quick stop at a Wintburger drive-thru, we motor… Continue Reading
Maine Horror & Crime Writer
An Excerpt from THE REAWAKENING
The snow didn’t stop. It was relentless and unforgiving. Once it started that first day it kept on coming, which meant that Dar and I stood no chance of returning to Boston until the roads had cleared. Every couple of days we received a fresh coat of powder. It glistened and radiated in the sun’s… Continue Reading
EXCERPT from “THE DEVIL’S DUMPING GROUND”
Back when we were kids we used to come here on hot summer days to cool off and test our mettle. Leaping into the onyx quarry waters was a rite of passage. Half of South Boston would come here to drink and beat the oppressive slum heat. There was lots of beer and it gave… Continue Reading