Too Bad... Oh Well!

Unfortunately, the Our World of Horror anthology was canceled. C'est la vie. So "People-less Homes" will be out championing for itself again, walking the streets and bumping into the world, if you will...

On to new things! It is now 2016, after all. I have a good feeling about this year. Looking back, the even years've always seemed to be more exciting, more eventful. Like in '02 when I was living in a tent in the Arizona backyard of four very generous and lovely ladies. No phone. No computer. A lot of time on a bicycle. Normally I don't miss the brutal desert heat (except about now, when it was a balmy -17° the other night, so cold that poor shih tzu I was dog-sitting about froze to the neighbor's lawn), but the time in '02 I spent cruising the badlands without a care in the world, my chin held high as I searched for truth without any technological umbilicus, I can honestly recall as being one of the most vivid experiences of my adult life.

To my family, friends, followers and fraternizers, may this year hold insight and adventure for all. It's going to be a good one, I can feel it in my bones (right next to the frost-bitten marrow--thanks, Idaho).

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Wow! Thank you so much, Ellen Datlow, for the honorable mention of "Love Grudge" in your Best Horror of the Year volume Seven. I am beyond honored. Speechless.

I am ecstatic to announce that my poem "People-less Homes" has been accepted for the coming Eldritch Press anthology, Our World of Horror.

(And congratulations to my good friend Shawna L. Bernard for her new position as Chief Editor for the Eldritch Press Novel Division. Go Shawna!)

Welcome to Epoch Ellipses. It's kind of a sporadic gallimaufry right now, as you may notice. That's because I am working towards a website instead of a Blogger platform... and, well, I'm just kind of a sporadic gallimaufry person.

For the time being though, have a look around and enjoy yourself. Some of my poems are posted to the right, others speckled throughout the blog. If you care to contact me for any reason, use this email.

Thanks for coming by. You are a very important person, integral to the unified structure of existence. Remember that... unless you don't tip your waitresses. Then you are scum.

-Dot

Darkness Ad Infinitum, Unleashed

Villipede Publication's DARKNESS AD INFINITUM is available NOW. With lots of great stories, poetry, and artwork, including my poem "Love Grudge" that was illustrated by Matt Edgenton. Go HERE to purchase it on Amazon.com.

Alyceland

No magic in this desert–
that's why she sent me here.

This desert of existence
and its skeletal city wind
has hollowed me of all my power.

Fell asleep and woke up afraid.
There's no question I'm in her world now.
Creatures and places move
so strange,
and nothing seems real except the noise.
The stench is awful.
The cold is awful.
I'd kill that witch if I wasn't so weak.
And there's always the pain in my middle,
reminding me that I'm here–
reminding me
that it was unwise
to ever cross the blonde witch.

Curled up in the garbage, I try to sleep,
try to gain just a moment's reprieve–
but, like sharp white fire that hunts me,
her smile and teeth forever come
cutting through the dark.
All I want to do
is offer my apologies,
just ask her–beg her–to let
me be free
of this horrible place,
this loud, hollow place,
but all that comes out
of my rancid mouth
is a sick mewling

whenever I try to speak.


"Alyceland" Copyright © 2014 by D. Wickliff

Behind Warlocked Doors

bruja-llways twist like snakes,

food dances on djinn-er plates;

when the cucuy clock

thrice strikes 19—

the grimoire-drobe jackets raze


"Behind Warlocked Doors" Copyright © 2014 by D. Wickliff