Posted inAmbulations

Photos from World Horror Con 2015

I am so glad that I attended the 25th World Horror Convention & 2015 Bram Stoker Awards Banquet in Atlanta, GA, this past weekend. I think I was laughing the whole time, giddy with the good times and gore. It was great to reunite with so many old friends (I actually attended the very first WHC, 25 years ago!), and as usual, made several new buddies, too. There were something like sixteen Seton Hill MFA program students, alums or faculty colleagues in attendance, a barrel of Raw Dog Screaming Press associates, and hundreds of gibbering weirdos, which meant I always…
May 12, 2015Posted inAmbulations
Posted inArnzen News

Arnzen Over Frostburg, Summer 2015

If you are in 150 mile radius of the gentle town of Frostburg, Maryland, consider making the drive to come see me this summer in one of two events sponsored by the downtown Creative Writing Center at Frostburg State University. FIRST UP: MAY 2nd, Coffee with a Writer On May 2nd, 10am, meet me in downtown Frostburg at the FSU Creative Writing Center and join me in the morning for a cuppa joe. (Oh, who are we fooling? I will drink gallon drums of the stuff!). It's a happy little gig they call "Coffee with a Writer" -- an open-to-the-public…
April 19, 2015Posted inArnzen News
Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems

Things to Do in Denver When You’re Undead

Use the "cold activated" Coors beer bottle as a body temperature probe. Make them run to the hills, where the air is even thinner. Visit all those new head shops downtown, seeking fresh brains. Eat the best Mexican. Gallop into a Bronco game on Thunder, as one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Show them what what their state name really means.   A busy month in my day job, but I'm trying to write horror poems here and there all month in a loose celebration of National Poetry Month.  Most of them will be kept offline for later…
April 12, 2015Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems
Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems

Iambic Pentagrameter – a sicilian quintain

Iambic Pentagrameter we gather up the sacrificial goats twisting heads to face the sky above we snick our razors quick across their throats wringing necks to squeeze out all the blood naked in the mud and incense smoke Update 5.3.15: Jen Barnes of Raw Dog Screaming Press has posted a video of my reading of this visual poem at the Frostburg Center for Creative Writing over on facebook.
February 25, 2015Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems1 Comment
Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems

the severed hand speaks

when it first crawled the stump stung but it realized somewhere within the ring of bottomless pain at its base that it was feeling and because it was feeling it was thinking if only in that strange way that we all quiver in powerlessness when overcome with agony like a child banished to the corner by a teacher we secretly want to kill and then it realized that it once had a teacher, too -- an instructor of American Sign Language who used to rap its knuckles when it misproduced (which was the teacher's way of saying mispronounced) simple expressions…
February 9, 2015Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems1 Comment