Chapter Three: “A Glorious Death”

(“Catcher in the rye” by Kamiyari) Chapter Three     Two hours later, Karl was still parked outside the Sisters of Charity Children’s Home. He lowered his torso as a compact green-colored car passed. Behind the wheel was a brown-skinned woman with tight curly hair. She drove by at least three times a day, though never [...]

Notes on my Max Beckley novels

(*Old Mill Road, Richmond Town – Photos by Joe) The most exciting thing about starting the novel process for me is that the impetus forms completely outside of my control. That is to say, I could never write a novel, but there’s something outside of my scope of understanding that can. In the beginning, silly, abstract thoughts form the basis for what I believe [...]

Chapter Two: “In Her Arms”

(Heaven in Her Arms-WALL by ‘vhm-alex) Chapter Two     Four people appeared in the gloom above Max’s crib. His eyes darted to the small-featured face of Father Raja, and then settled on the compassionate, lighter-brown face of the nun, Tooti. He looked deep into her eyes and wanted her to lift him so he [...]

Chapter One: “God is Forgiveness”

 (Most Holy Redeemer Church, NYC - Photo/Photoshopped by Joe)   Chapter One      Late one morning Karl became aware of a subtle change in the air. He had been sitting in a car, stationed outside a Miami orphanage. Through the back window, he spotted a taxi that had just turned onto the street. An uncanny, [...]

Max’s Story

(Max Beckley – Uncredited picture Photoshopped by Joe) For way too long I’ve been yakking about how I wrote two books about Max Beckley’s plight. He’s a Revolutionary War soldier that was abducted during the Battle of Brooklyn by the same demons that haunt me now. I’m gonna share the first few chapters of the first novel. They are still a bit rough. The [...]

Tales From The World Of The Dead

(Caged walkway/uncredited – Photoshopped by Joe) As the night wore on, the sickness took my thoughts, my emotions, and then my breath. Soon after I began to slide, first off the couch I had been lying on, then down through a colorless abyss. Ineffably, the living, breathing, sentient world, was all around me, yet I was not part of it. I was dead inside, and was somehow [...]

Waiting for Worlds to Collide

(A cat on Christopher Street sidewalk, Photo by Joe) The sickness has come again… I’m in an apartment that my boss owns in Queens. On top of my head is a pool of sweat. I dip my fingers into it and paw at my damp face. My eyes shift suspiciously to the 36″ TV, then to the various objects in the adjoining rooms. The table in [...]

A Trickle of Blood

(Vampire teeth, uncredited – Photoshopped by Joe) Forget that last post. I am not a vampire. I have never been a vampire. A trickle of demon blood on my lips made me sick. It was from the demon runt I killed at the house on the river’s edge. Benny, “the cigar store Indian” told me [...]

I Am The Night

(Tonic East sports bar, Manhattan(original below), Photos/Photo art by Joe) That night, the darkness was disguised as light, and my kiss—was the kiss of death. While the blonde wanted my kisses, as much as I wanted to give them. She was caught in the “fantastic lie” of the light that shined brightest inside me… It was a Friday night and my [...]

Transformation

(“The Hall” – Photos by Joe) The earliest signs of the change began in an apartment building in Bushwick. I was there with three co-workers, Nester, Edwin, and Kevin–to clean out the basement. Along with piles of junk strewn across the floor, we had to discard the ruined plywood flooring that was laid over two-by-fours and dirt. The [...]

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