Short Story Anthologies, Coming Soon!

Panthera Press will be releasing two short story anthologies in early 2018. One contains 11 general literary fiction short stories and novelettes, and the other is 8 stories in the fantasy and science fiction genres. Look out for them!

The Brooklyn Trace

I’d like to announce the availability of my latest detective novel, The Brooklyn Trace, an Eddie Daley Mystery. Eddie Daley’s got a sister problem. One sister is his girlfriend. The other has hired him to find her missing son. Now, both women think they’ve found their life match in Eddie. They may both be right—but…

A Tattered Truth

Here’s an excerpt from my mystery adventure, The Little Burgundy, available now on Amazon.com and soon through other retailers.  It probably doesn’t tell you much about the plot, but does give a glimmer into the relationship between the two main characters, Jeanne Dark and Foster Cain. More importantly, it’s a fairly clean sample of my…

Him a Shotta

Him a shotta livin life on him edge. Girl by de side, she wait for him light fe break. “Why fe you a romeo?” she say, but him naw respond ‘cau him a shotta, and him too hard fe speak. But she naw sceered a him. His frown mek her wet down dere in her…

Lagos Secretos

It floats on misty lakes that trees possess like jealous lovers, raining dying leaves like spent, dripping, leftover love. Blue waves lap at shores where she hides, in the deep, eyes to the treetops. Blinding leaves of sunlight breathe a lover’s kiss, cool raw, and fraught with summer’s wisdom. It laps at her toes, freshly…

they

02-18-2006: she touches the soul of him reads to him his mysteries revealed with calm assurance he is exposed and naked before her shivering in the night air exhaling short bursts of soul like vapor on a winter’s night forever whispers her name, softly the sound of her makes him shudder he tastes her rhythms,…

If I Lose My Grip

If I lose my grip, will you hold onto me, baby? Suppose I slide beneath the waves of your placid seas, will you slide in after me? Can we drown together, in the wet, the slippery slope of you, baby? If I slide off my tether, and your ring falls beneath my stride, can you…

If I Could Mount Your Love

If I could mount your love on display for the world to see they would marvel at your tender strength see the bold reds of your enduring pain sequestered beneath your smile the temperate pools of your touches would spill into inevitable waterfalls of emotion, sometimes torrents, heated by your muted sufferings, and though each…

Tomorrow Was Yesterday, (conclusion)

Prior sections: part 1, part 2, Part 3, and Part 4. I suppose for simplicity’s sake, from this point on I should stop marking the times of our jumps in terms of my linear age. I could use years, or Gia’s age, or any of a hundred means of marking time. Mostly, however, we thought…

Tomorrow Was Yesterday, Part 4

If you haven’t read part 1, part 2, or Part 3, please do so. (The soundtrack of my mind.) Now, I can see the little linear-logic wheels turning in your head. If I met Gia when I was 27, which in non-linear time was after I met her in Venice at age 45, and after…