Liquid Imagination... an up and coming web publishing mag for new age writers

been boasting of late about my art being used to illustrate stories so here are a few of those stories i have been talking of.  if you like to read then this is a new reading experience. lol try it and see...

Liquid Imagination,  a new wave in what literary can mean

i was just interviewed for my art by a web page called Assorted ShitzenGiggles in a segment called the two minute drill...

The 2-Minute Drill is 5 quick questions and 5 quick answers from someone you probably haven’t heard of, but should hear from. This isn’t some rambling, long-winded author interview here. We dispense with the pleasantries and get down to brass tacks. We ask the tough questions and get the tough answers that you need to know.      
    
                
 link for my interview 





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this is one of the anthologies i have been working with by creating pictures for.. very fine work by brand new up and coming authors..

cover art for this was created by Lee Kuruganti, a very beautiful and talented artist.

Static Movement Print Special No. 2

From literary to horror, sci-fi to fantasy, beyond the boundaries, army fights to ebbing thought, under the airy delight of conscious thought: Static Movement Print Special No. 2!

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Editor Chris Bartholomew created the ezine Static Movement in order to publish stories readers get lost in. The ezine Static Movement has been around for years, a starting point for new writers and a test of mettle for seasoned pros. The stories in this anthology come directly from the ezine, ranging from speculative to literary fiction, written by some of the most well-known up-and-coming writers out there such as Eric S. Brown, John Klawitter and P.S. Gifford. Illustrations and artwork enhance each story. Prices for similar products in bookstores target around $20.00, but you can purchase Static Movement Print Special No. 2 for $10.00.

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I knew fire......

I knew fire
in younger days
when still green enough
to singe not burn.
Yet burn I did
un-known
by this lady
who had made my life
paradise lived in hell.
Smokey eyes giving a hint,
dusky flesh so warm,
a walk to ignite
her shape to flame,
a voice to fan that blaze.
In nights darkness,
inferno created,
passion heated,
bodies boil,
Her touch a torch
to blackened nerves
from repeated,
repeated,
repeated,
far cry from love,
more bestial than sex.
Bodies ground
fighting against release
wanting to merge
by shear friction alone.
Spent but not enough
wanting more,
spent yet some how erect,
bruising of skin
with pounded might,
raw from the friction,
insatiable need.
I knew fire
in younger days...

  

 

the cover art to the Inner Fears anthology... heh my work as a cover for a mag..go figure...