I wanted to open this with saying “This is the best Amazon printed poetry book I have read”- but it would seem this was actually printed by A.B.Baird Publishing. The aesthetic of the exterior reminds me of a print to order books with a slightly better binding. There in fact even seems to be a typo on the back cover,…
All Day Long I Dream About Sirens Domenica Martello Reading the back of the book, I take note that it is described as a retelling of epics involving sirens and mermaids. There is no introduction, and it jumps right into the poetry- discussing a commute in Seattle. I am left feeling a little disjointed with the wording on the back…
Nothing more than a man in a room, writing to a memory. His mind becomes distracted and the memory fades. I’ve been thinking about the years since I’ve gone out dancing to night clubs. Now 35, I consider the amount of time in the last 10 years I’ve either spent in an office or in-between opportunities. These long stretches of…
“So, the times are changing,” he says, looking like he’s dying for something to smoke while talking. “The truth is, the original Play Boy really exploded because of images of Marylin Monroe that weren’t for him and he didn’t get permission for. Images like that were rare. These days though, this sex icon Lyric Mariah or Zoe Rose, you can…
This story has been discontinued by the author. Even though they were strangers, she kept finding him at these EDM club nights. They were developing some kind of connection. She was finding lust for him a little bit more than the last time. All they would do would dance. She thought she wanted him so badly, it might be love….
Chapter 4 Reaching the bottom of the stairwell, I turn quickly into the room filled with red light- turned out it was a hallway. The smoke seemed thick, but was easy to breathe, I think it was a combination of black light and red light that gave this smoke an eerie lingering feeling but it was all just the lights,…
“No idea man- we just work below.” one of the men say, neither looking at me. I paused for a second and started backing up- I realized I didn’t work there and I didn’t want to get caught by people who did by asking a lot of dumb questions. I turn around to get back to Christie (whatever her name…
I lay hung over on Ryan’s porch watching the sun sink beneath the roofs of the houses. I liked the evenings in Portland when dealing with a hangover. The neighborhood trees are beautiful in deep autumn, a whirl of reds, oranges, yellows and greens blurring together in the fading sunlight. Lying on a porch was far too common for me…
This is the second book of LindaAnn LoSchiavo I’ve read- the first one reminded me of Anne Rice in its imagery and flair- and this one returns with an actual supernatural element including vampires. It was a thrill to see some Poe in the book- and even Eidolon written in print. This author speaks to me with her knowledge of…
The cover art of Concupiscent Consumption reminds me of all the vampire books I would read when I was younger. Even the name Concupiscent Consumption evokes an early 90’s vampire book feel. The single graphic inside depicting an apple, a snake, and an outline of two people continue to match this aesthetic. Artistically, this book is for me. Reading through…
