Saturday, September 24, 2011

A Rope Let Down From Heaven



“I close my eyes and again try to run back the events of the previous night.  Just as before, the images are crisp but where the names of people and places should be there is only confusion and noise.  I must be nomenclature impaired I think.  I laugh gently at the idea that I can remember a term like nomenclature but not my own name.  Then I cringe at the reality of my situation.  I do not remember my own name.”


My new story, A Rope Let Down From Heaven, is up at the mighty Rotten Leaves. It is my surreal twist on the classic pulp amnesia story. It is a bit steamy up front, more than a little disturbing on the back end and if, like me, your sense of humor runs dark and twisted there could be a few knowing snickers along the way.  The original idea rose a rather arresting lucid dream and I am really interested to see how readers react to it.

If you have not visited Rotten Leaves since its relaunch a few months back, I highly recommend a look around. A number of extremely talented writers are breaking ground over there.  In the current landscape, I cannot think of a better source for your fresh uncut fix of the dark stuff than RL.