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The Day of the Dead: Alex is a gringo from Minnesota and doesn’t understand his lover’s desire to be with his family for Dia de los Muertos. Alex gets schooled in love and family by Mateo’s grandmother.
HIM: a short psychosexual horror story about madness, delusion and murder. Intended for mature readers only. Don’t read this one on the bus or with the lights out!
So I know I should be writing. I have a debut novel to get out by the end of the summer, but alas I find fun things to do on the internet. I ran across the Pulp-O-Mizer where you get to generate an old style pulp magazine cover. So you know I couldn’t resist. Now I’m thinking this might actually be a fun story… You know you gotta watch out for those Cargo Punks. They can break a Captain’s heart and they are not always what they seem. Okay, back to work.
Nancy, a friend on Goodreads, asked me about the writers that have influenced me. Pretty good question and one I really haven’t thought about as much as I should. I know the author closest to my heart is the late Joseph Hansen, the author of the David Brandstetter mystery series.
Being gay is a weird kind of minority because of your isolation and invisibility. We really don’t look any different than the wider heterosexual population and most of us are born into a primarily heterosexual family. We have to venture forth to find others like us, those that see the world as we do. Homosexuality is invisible but sexuality is core to personhood and is a major lens through which we experience reality. After all what can be more central to the human experience than how and who we love?
I know high school English classes pretty much squelched any joy I might have found in poetry for years. I don’t remember ever being asked to experience a poem Or encounter a poem as what it should be, a performance of spoken word. We spent endless hours dissecting the works, looking at rhyme schemes and what not. What a way to ruin a work of art and passion.