I never thought I would write horror stories. This is something I’ve agonized over at times. One of the first pieces of long fiction that I managed to write to completion, was a story titled simply “Blue.” It was about a girl, a young woman, who is going […]
“It is always night, or we wouldn’t need light.” Thelonious Monk Some twenty-six years ago, I began writing down, collecting, quotes in a journal. One of the first entries is “There is a woman at the beginning of all great things.” ~Alphonse Lamartine. I think I found that […]
I’ve been depressed for a while. What month is it? Midway through March? Yes, a while. I couldn’t figure out why. I slipped into a funk sometime after the holidays. I couldn’t put my finger on what’s been at the root of bumming me out so much. […]
The next book, the new book, Covenants of Lingering Bones, will be available soon. After much rigmarole, going so far as to set up the book on another publishing platform, to really check it out, I’ve decided to stick with Amazon/KDP publishing. It got down to some things […]
Courtney Love is balls.
Okay, two weeks into the new year, I have deleted my twitter account and, I won’t be back on there. I was trying to think of it as a “necessary evil,” but the truth is, it isn’t necessary. It is the Tower of Babel. The more I thought […]
The Last Time We Visited Aldera Dune by Teri Skultety, copyright 2018, all rights reserved The last time we visited Aldera Dune, it was to watch the world die. The moons of Rionnata glowed with radiation in the distance. One purple, one iridescent green, one […]
Itโs Me, Pearl. An Ode to Janis Joplin Itโs never me, itโs you, except that itโs always me, it has never not been me, it has never not been some glaring inadequacy of me, when at my best, it was me, unintentionally, making everyone else feel bad, about […]
You bark-tweet, shout-scream, whisper-dream, some thing into the void, Clamoring for relevance for distribution to the masses the echo back that tells you your voice reached someone somewhere somehow From here in a quiet room where words play out a merry tune and out of tune relinquish themselves […]
I loved this memoir from Patti Smith of her early years in New York with Robert Mapplethorpe. Some of the subject matter won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, the title doesn’t reveal that this is a book for adults, and it is gritty in places. Smith reveals that […]
The other day, in promoting my vampire novel, I posted links to chapter excerpts. In reading through those excerpts again myself, I noticed places where the sentences could use tightening. I noticed places where I want to replace commas with periods. In reading one of my own stories […]
The year is 1762. Maybelline Raven is waiting patiently along the banks of the Mississippi River for the return of her husband so they may venture north, with their children. When the people of the village begin to perish after Maybelline is attacked, it is feared that a […]
During the fall months of 2008 and on into 2009, and on for a while, reality slipped away from me. Amid the avalanche of dissipating solidity descending into complete confusion and chaos of thought, I threw more than twenty years of writing, of work, into a cauldron of […]
I’ve fallen in love with the work of Joan Didion. Her observations on life, her dealings with grief, with the death of both her husband and her daughter within two years of one another, her belief in the value of introspection, of sorting ones own thoughts, arranging them […]
Sometime last winter, I posted on a temporary page that I had going on that I was going to write this particular thing, and then I was going to write that thing, and then I was going to write this other thing. Then I looked at it and […]
This statue, this sculpture, this piece of art, is how I feel, today, at forty-seven and a half years old. I don’t recall where I grabbed this picture from so I apologize for not crediting whomever the artist (Penny Hardy) is. In addition to music, I also occasionally […]
