So, last year I wrote a short erotic story, “Panopticon”, which I dutifully sent out to about five publishers – all of who rejected it with lightning-fast speed. Ok, so, it’s not really standard erotica – it’s a little weird, and a little dark. (By that you know I mean really weird, creepy, and not at all “sexxy”…) Anyway, several months ago I sold it to John Skipp, who was guest-editing The Magazine of Bizarro Fiction Issue Four. I didn’t announce it, assuming I’d get word when I could. And now the magazine is actually out, so I suppose it’s ok to say: hey, I sold a story! Oddly, the magazine website hasn’t updated since Issue Three, but if interested, you can buy Issue Four at the Amazon link above. I know, because – sigh – that’s how I got my copy. But it was worth it, if for no other reason than to read Skipp’s intro, which describes “Panopticon” as an “unsettling voyeuristic fucktasmagoria”. See, I told you: weird, creepy, not at all sexxy. That’s how my erotica rolls.
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With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.
--Pablo Neruda.
With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.
--Pablo Neruda.
