The Price of Injustice

“We first crush people to the earth, and then claim the right of trampling on them forever, because they are prostrate.”       – Lydia Maria Francis Child



What do you think of the quote?  Is this a pessimistic view, or is this a glimpse into a dark side of humanity that we try to ignore?  I believe strongly in justice, but I also believe that justice without equality isn’t really justice.  It’s something entirely different, something ugly.



Two separate incidents come to mind that paint a picture of the disparity that sometimes exists in justice.  Here are the brief stories of two young people - Ethan Couch and Cyntoia Brown.


Ethan Couch was only 16 when he crashed into a group of pedestrians, killing four and seriously injuring two.  The boy had stolen two cases of beer and was speeding at 70 MPH (with passengers) when he hit the pedestrians.  Ethan also tested positive for Valium and had a blood-alcohol level of three times the legal limit for adults.  In aggravation, this was not Ethan’s first alcohol-related offense.


Did I forget to mention that Ethan’s family has money?  They are wealthy and affluent.  The ability to pay for stellar representation made all of the difference.  What happened to Ethan, the boy who never expressed any remorse?  He was said to be “a product of affluenza” and was unable to link his bad behavior with consequences.   So what did the “justice-wielding” judge do here?  Ethan was “sentenced” to rehabilitation at a $450,000 per year facility complete with horse riding, mixed martial arts, massage and cookery, a swimming pool and basketball, all so the poor teen could be rehabilitated and learn that wealth doesn’t buy privilege.






Now we have Cyntoia Brown.  She grew up in a home with a drunk and abusive stepfather along with a drug-addicted prostitute mother.  She ran away from home at 13 and tried to make a living on the street.  Cyntoia had an older boyfriend who would pimp her out for money.  When she was 16, her boyfriend beat her.  She tried to find refuge when a 43-year-old man approached and asked if she was alright.  Cyntoia told her story to the stranger, who then solicited her for sex.  Hours after the older man picked her up for sex, something happened and Cyntoia killed the man to protect herself.


What did she get?  Life in prison.  She will be eligible for parole when she is 67.


Justice.  Yeah, right.  Justice my ass.  Cases like this are disgusting, revolting, and sometimes make me want to throw down my badge.


A man by the name of Honoré de Balzac once said “Laws are spider webs through which big flies pass and the little flies get caught.”



So, what is the price of this kind of injustice?


It destroys the idea of a system meant to protect and serve the people.  It bastardizes the notion of justice and equality.  It pushes the average individual further into a dark gulf where they doubt and recoil from a system that no longer serves them.



Is this always the case?  Fortunately it isn’t, but it is the case much more often than it should be.


When we lose Lady Justice, we are left with a sword-wielding whore.

Broken for the Better

Is anything better after it’s been broken?  Stupid question, right?  Maybe not.


A concept as simple as the value attached to a broken object can speak volumes.


I recently broke a plate.  It broke right in half.  How did I react?  I was angry, and in the heat of the moment I felt like taking that damned plate and smashing it to pieces.  After gaining some control, I mixed the words “shit”, “damn it”, and other less-than-savory expletives in a string of senseless growls while I cleaned it up.  What value did I place on that plate?  It was worthless.  In fact, it was worse than worthless.  It was suddenly an object to be disposed of and forgotten – a sign of my clumsiness or lack of attention.


Am I alone in this kind of response?  I’m pretty sure I’m not.  A broken plate simply has no worth or value……  Or does it?


Maybe the worth of an object isn’t in its intrinsic value, but in its potential.  But it’s still just a damned plate!


Let’s jump over to the other side of the globe.  I have a healthy respect and admiration for many Far Eastern cultures, and this example is one of the many reasons why.


Kintsukuroi:  The Japanese term that means “to repair with gold”.  It is the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer with the understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.




The mindset behind Kintsukuroi is profound.  Broken does not mean worthless.  Broken means a chance at improvement, a chance at becoming more than it was before.


I think the idea is foreign to most Western cultures.  Are you telling me that if I break a cup, I should spend time and money on fixing it?  Hell no!  I’m going to run down to Wal*Mart and buy a 12-pack of cups, and maybe pick up a case of beer and some microwaveable nachos while I’m at it…..


But this isn’t just about broken plates or cups.  That would be a pretty lame thing to spend my time writing about.


I believe the brilliant idea that is Kintsukuroi can and should be applied to how we view other broken things.  Relationships.  Families.  Friendships.  People in general.  These things can all break, but the real question is what we do with them when they are broken.  For the sake of cutting the size of this post down, let’s just talk about Kintsukuroi as it relates to self and others.


I remember a very bitter period of my life when I felt broken.  My self-esteem was at dangerously low levels.  Had it been up to me and my own devices, I might have thrown in the towel and given up, a destructive path that I’m sure would have led to a tragic end.  But with the help of friends, family, and a fantastic therapist, I decided I had some value.  It took years of work and struggle, but we all bound my broken self like a human Kintsukuroi.  I am forever better off because of this.


Most of us experience this at some point.  It’s too easy to view our broken selves as useless, worthless, and not worth the effort.  But that’s not a fair assessment of our value and worth.  If something as simple as a cup can be fixed and made into something more beautiful and valuable than it had been before, then something as uniquely precious and worthwhile as a human being can be changed from a broken person to an individual with limitless possibilities.


Now.  How about others?



Do you know anybody that feels or acts like they are broken or lost?  They could be as close as partners, children, parents and friends, or they could be the person on the street that we pretend we don’t see.  People can feel broken, or have society look at them as broken, for various reasons, ranging from self-image to mental disorders.  If we validate a person’s self-imposed thought of being broken, or if we perpetuate society’s stigma of an individual or group of individuals as being broken, we are condemning them to this false idea that they are not worthwhile.  We are taking the already broken plate and smashing it to pieces.


I shouldn’t look at an individual that appears to be broken, or less-than-whole, and pronounce judgment on their value and potential.  But how often do I do that?  How often do we as a society do that?  We need more human Kintsukuroi.  There’s no need for gold or silver lacquer.  It’s simply a matter of compassion, time, resolve, and the desire to help.



I’d like to finish this off by sharing a story that I’m ashamed of.  A few years ago I was on my way to work.  I had pulled some gear out of my vehicle and walked across the street to take it inside our building.  As I crossed the street, I noticed a slightly disheveled man change his direction and start walk towards me.  The man walked with a slight stumble as he visibly hurried to meet me at the side of the street.  My immediate reaction was that this guy was drunk.  A bum.  I prepared myself to tell him that I didn’t have any cash so I could hurry into the building and not deal with the situation.

He approached.  My hastily prepared response was on my tongue, ready to be delivered quickly so I could go about my “important” day.  He spoke in a clear voice that was etched with humility.

“Excuse me sir, could you please help me?  I can’t tie my shoes.”

The man wasn’t drunk.  He wasn’t begging for change.  He was disabled and physically unable to tie his shoes which had become undone on his way to work.  I nearly choked on a lump in my throat.  What an ass I was.  How difficult must it have been for him to ask a complete stranger to do something like that?  I said of course, put my gear on the sidewalk, and knelt down to tie his shoes.  The laces were wet as I tied them.  I noticed his shoes were wet and dirty – the difficulty he had with walking kept him from being able to lift his feet out of the puddles as he walked.  I tied his shoes, stood up, and looked into his eyes.  I will never forget the look in his eyes.  Gratitude.  His eyes were almost as wet as his shoe laces had been as he said thank you, and struggled with his stumble-walk as he continued down the sidewalk to his job.


This man didn’t need the Kintsukuroi.  He wasn’t broken.  I was the one that had been broken with my preconceptions and judging.  I needed the Kintsukuroi, and this humble guy gave it to me.


God, pomegranate and religion

I know, I know.  It sounds like the first line of a joke.  But this is something much more interesting – I’m going to talk about two social taboos that make us all cringe when we hear them.   God and religion.


But what about the pomegranate?  Hold on and you will see.


Let me start off by saying that I’m not going to address my own personal beliefs on God and religion.  They are mine.  I think those subjects should be more like underwear than bling.  Keep them private and meaningful rather than show them off as if they might make a difference to anybody else’s life.


Okay, moving on.      Why would I want to talk about this?  Haven’t these two subjects been the catalyst for some of the biggest atrocities humanity has decided to wage against itself?  Yes.  That’s why I’m doing it.  It’s sensitive, it’s polarizing, and I think it’s some pretty silly shit.  People’s beliefs should be like the spleen – something internal that shouldn’t have an impact on others or change the others view that individual.           “I heard that Mark’s spleen isn’t shaped like mine, I don’t think I’m going to hang out with him anymore.”  Stupid right?


From this point on, when I talk about God, I am referring to the belief in a God, in few Gods, in the Goddess, in harder to describe beliefs about an omnicient being, or simply the belief in something greater than us.


This is where pomegranate comes in.


Let’s assume that the human population is like a room full of people.  The belief in God is a pomegranate.  Most of the people in the room have tasted a pomegranate.  Some of the people have not tasted a pomegranate, nor do they have the desire to taste a pomegranate.  Nothing weird yet, right?  Now let’s have the people who have tasted the pomegranate describe how a pomegranate tastes.  What kinds of responses are we going to get?  This exact question was given to a number of people, and here are only a few of the answers;


-Sweet and tart




-like a cherry and raspberry




We still don’t have a problem do we?  I don’t think so.  This is just about fruit.  But what if it wasn’t?  What if these people believed that the pomegranate was the key to health?  Do you think we would have the “sweet and tart” person telling the “bitter” person that they in fact have NEVER tasted a pomegranate because their understanding or perception of the fruit isn’t identical?  Probably not.  Would we have the “like a cherry and raspberry” person persecuting the “bright” person because their view of a pomegranate wasn’t as precise and exact as theirs?


Then why in the hell do we have this problem with the belief in God?  Just how different is this concept of perception?  Fundamentally I think there is NO difference in the way we as humans see and interpret things and concepts, whether it’s the belief in God or the flavor of a pomegranate.  We all have different backgrounds, life experiences, and ways of perceiving things around us just like people have different “gustatory perceptions”.  Taste is when a substance in the mouth reacts chemically with receptors.  If we can’t expect to have all of humanity taste things and interpret flavors the exact same way, why do we expect other people to have the same interpretation of something as complicated as a belief in God?


If that’s not enough for you, let’s throw religion into the mix.  What is religion?  It’s a system of beliefs.  Using the same analogy, I would say that religion is a recipe for making pomegranate dessert.  We are protective of the things we like and enjoy.  We are often fiercely protective of our choices – favorite football teams, favorite brand of vehicle, favorite beer, and belief systems.  I’m going to refer to a belief system as a recipe.


Now that we have a recipe for something as complicated as a pomegranate dessert, what do we do with it?  Some people keep their recipes as a family secret.  That’s great.  Some people like to share their deserts.  That’s great.  Share it.  But MAYBE we should keep a few things in mind:

1>  People that don’t eat pomegranates aren’t going to be interested in your recipe.  Simple as that.  Trying to force them to accept a recipe is stupid.  If you really care about your recipe, or want to share pomegranates with them, wait for those people to ask to try it.  The fact that this person doesn’t eat pomegranates has NO impact on you and your relationship with your pomegranate.

2>  People that do eat pomegranates usually have a preferred recipe.  Trying to convince them that their recipe isn’t any good is foolish.  Let’s go as far as assuming you have the world’s best recipe for pomegranate.  It has been scientifically proven.  Is forcing it down their throats going to get them to accept your recipe?  No!  Maybe you should keep your recipe, let them see how much you enjoy your recipe, and IF they show interest in your recipe then by all means, break it out for them.  kudos.



I’ve grown tired of hearing undue significance placed on a person’s beliefs.  Beliefs have never harmed others.  Actions based on beliefs have, but that’s not what we’re talking about here.


My own personal beliefs are my own.  If my belief in a God is like my underwear, I don’t expect you to care about it.  If I’m an atheist then I’m probably wearing a kilt as a true Scotsman would.  My point is simple.  It’s my pomegranate.  I will describe its flavor the way I want and I will give you the same courtesy.  For those people who continue to pass judgment and make assumptions on perceptions or views that are different from their own, I say that is some pretty silly shit.  Drag yourself into the 21st century and leave my pomegranate alone.


Comments are always welcome.

Celebrating Veteran’s Day

Originally posted on Flashbangs and Fiction:

As I celebrate Veteran’s Day, I find myself wondering what it means for other people.


Photo by the National Geographic


My family has a long line of patriots.  Some of my fondest memories involve spending time with both of my grandfathers.  It wasn’t until death’s hand waited patiently over my grandfather’s bare head that he felt he could share stories from WWII.

I was forever changed.


Veteran’s Day is, for me, a day to remember, a day to respect, and a day to renew my own sworn duties to protect and uphold.  I have a few quotes that I would like to leave.  Each of these mean something specific to me.


“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” -John Fitzgerald Kennedy


“In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.” -Jose Narosky


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Stalking the Damned – at the crevice with Tyr


Our sojourn into desolation has begun to leaves its mark on our tainted souls.  The strangely sweet light from our conversation with Leslie cast its last rays across our path some time ago, throwing us into oblivion.  Oblivion.  Its darkness offers no false hopes and covers all with its empty embrace.  It is this bitter embrace that compels our ambitious pursuit of the Damned.



The crunch-tumble-crack of our feet scuffing across the rubble-choked passage seems loud until a harsh scream pierces the obscurity and drowns our own noise.  Gloomy visibility grows before us, its presence more of an imperfect darkness than the presence of light.  A large form looms over a crevice.  The source of the scream is held aloft in the large form’s mighty grip.



Where our hearts may have once beat with compassion for the doomed being, they now pump excitedly with impish fascination.  Unintelligible supplication turns to futile shrieks as the large form tosses the victim down the crevice.



I turn and speak to you in hushed tones.


“This is Tyr.  Tyr Kieran.  He is as dichotomous as the moon itself.  Tyr can be a facetious consort, or he can be the hand of your doom.”



He turns, knowing we are watching, and strolls across broken ground to stand before us.



“Tyr,” I begin, “we seek to know the Damned.  Might we ask a few questions?”



A thoughtful nod and devious grin tell us to continue.



Tyr, your part in Pen of the Damned is as unique as that of the others.  Please share with us something that identifies you as an individual writer.


Welcome, Damned associates. It is nice to speak with you.

What makes me unique? I’d like to think my writing style/voice is unique, but probably the most obvious difference is my Interactive Fiction Projects. The goal is to offer viewers the chance to read a novel as it’s written. I post freshly composed segments across social media, twice a week. The benefit, and interactive opportunity, of this method is that everyone, including the author, is on the same page at the same time. Readers can leave comments and discuss the recent post before the next is conceived. I am currently on my second such project. When the tale reaches a finale of sorts, I will hold a contest to name the book.

If you’re interested in joining the Interactive Fiction Project, follow the posts on my blog ( or Facebook page ( and leave comments.



You say that you do not have a long history of reading and writing, yet your work is well crafted and pulls at your reader.  To what do you attribute your skills?


I appreciate the kind words, Zack. Thank you.
Here’s my dark, dirty little secret: I didn’t like reading very much as a kid, or even through young adulthood (with the exception of Poe. Who doesn’t enjoy Poe?). I read the occasional comic, poem, or short novel, but I can’t claim a long list of reading experience. So, naturally, when I started reading for pleasure, I eased into it with the light reading of… Frank Herbert’s Dune series. Not the smartest starting point, but I loved them anyway.

To what do I attribute my, so called, ‘skills’? A good ear, I guess.
I craft based on what sounds right, whether it be sentence structure, dialogue, or description. Beyond that, I alter my stories to fit what I would enjoy as a reader. 



You’ve said that you have a strong sense of humor.  Even though this may not come out very often in your writing, what kind of an impact does it have on what you do?  Or does it hold no sway over your writing?


What, you can’t tell? Ha, just kidding. Yeah, it doesn’t show very often in my writing, but it certainly has its place, even in terrifying fiction. I’m certain humor will play a role in my longer works as either character traits, tension relief, or misdirection. To date, my stories were short and didn’t require comedic assistance.

Outside of my writing, I always strive for the humor in any situation, simply because it’s more fun than getting stressed out and life is too goddamn short!



How do you gain your inspiration for your writing?  Do you have tricks to tease ideas out of your dark imagination, or do you have a head full of stories?


The world we live in is a wonderful and terrible place. Everywhere I turn, I see inspiration. From there I use the ‘what if’ technique. For example, I once saw an unidentifiable insect carcass that made me think, what if that thing was alive? What if it tried to get inside of me to lay eggs? What if the larvae incubated in my teeth? And what would it be like when they hatched? That sparked a story concept. From there, I tried to ground it in reality (I prefer to make things plausible no matter the subject) when looking for an origin for those creatures. The ‘bacteria or organism from a fallen meteor’ premise was done to death and felt like a deus ex machina copout. So I found a plausible origin and the result of all that was my Pen of the Damned short “In The Name Of Science” found here:



Let’s say you have a chance to play the role of any antagonist in a movie.  Who would it be and why?


Wow, excellent and difficult question.

I would be a Kevin Spacey from Seven type villain. I’d do my homework, exude inhuman amounts of patience, and make sacrifices for the end goal—methodical and ruthless in setting plans that, no matter the actions of others, would hit the mark and make my message heard. Why? I love creating subtle threads within my stories that surface at just the right time to deliver a message. I take pride in hiding clues in plain sight and using subtle misdirection to pop surprises.

Also, I bet I’d be the type of villain that’s delusional, believing that his actions are for the greater good. Why? Despite my dark thoughts and evil tales, I like to think I’m one of the good guys. Albeit, one with a devious streak.

  Thanks for the chat, my inquisitive friends. I must be off now. There’s quite a few people that need a dose of dark medicine, plus, I’m overdue to feed the ATM more kittens. Best of luck to you as you travel on through the murky depths of The Damned!

Farewell until our paths cross again.



Farewell Tyr, and thank you for your time.


And thank you, dear reader, for stalking the Damned.  We will continue our descent into the Damned abyss.  But, for now, please feel free to take your time and get to know the offspring of the Damned.


Tyr’s work with Pen of the Damned can be found via the following link, as well as the work of the other Damned souls.







Stalking the Damned – under the sway of Moon

This most recent leg of our journey has been arduous.  We’ve reached unfathomable depths, traversed through impossible darkness, and have now found ourselves standing before a bizarre sight.




The timeless ebony of this gulf pierced by light.  Is it wholesome?  Perhaps some kind of benevolent sign of watchfulness?  Or, my friend, is it akin to the flicker of a bio-luminescent glow under the crushing weight of the sea — bait to seduce and enchant the unknowing into voracious maws?




She is upon us, and the light is her own.  Her movement casts bounding shadows as she gracefully inches closer.  This, dear companion, is Leslie Moon.



Leslie, thank you for your time.  We are searching out the elusive troupe that is the Pen of the Damned.


Each individual in the ranks of the Damned has been different, providing the readers a darkly succulent and toothsome literary bite.  Each soul is marked with its own set of skills like a unique Rorschach inkblot test.  You are, by admission, a quirky Christian who writes horror.  Do you find this presents challenges as an author of horror, or does it offer an interesting perspective on the macabre?


Great question Zack. Depending on the day, I could answer this question many ways.  It is today so this is my answer: Each writer has an inkblot as you refer to it that forms their foundation. Life, culture, beliefs all play into that foundation. I think for some the foundation can be a springboard for others it can be a mire. It is true that in the core of my foundation is faith. it is that faith that allows me (like a springboard) to feel, express and experience. Pen of the Damned writes primarily about the dark sector. For some that sector is real. I have seen and lived in some pretty dark places and met some pretty “dark” people. For a long time I could not write about that place but I have enough light days(now)  that I can write about a world that I have lived in. Blaze had made a comment that many Christians have to resolve the darkness. The darkness doesn’t always resolve itself. I like a happy ending, but “happy” in fiction and non-fiction is not always possible.




You also write for children.  I remember reading some pretty scary stuff as a kid and I absolutely loved it.  What type of literature do you write for the younger crowd?  Have you toyed with the idea of writing something relatively scary for children?  If so, what?


To date the works I have written for children have had a moral or a teaching element. I have a segment in my blog called Life’s Lessons that are like proverbs or Aesop’s Fables. As a teacher (for 15 years), I like using fiction to make facts magical and memorable. There are some fun ways to make history alive for children. I recently wrote a piece that a commentor said was like Goosebumps. Writing horror is a new challenge for me writing dark historical fiction for children would be a greater challenge. I always love a challenge.




You are a multi-talented woman.  Beyond your writing, which includes some fantastic poetry, you are quite the photographer.  Your ability with poetry points to how crafty you are with words and meaning, and your ability with photography is a pretty good indicator of how powerful your imagination and visualization are.  How do you use these skills with your writing?  How do they help?


First Zack thanks for the very nice complement. I’m humbled by your comment. I have always been a visual person. Stories come alive in my imagination easily. Poetry and art tend to work well together. If I see a picture or image (or capture that image) the poem usually writes itself. My first published pieces (when I was in a teen) were drawing and poet duos. With a work of fiction, I have to live the story  in my head. 




Do you have one creative product, whether a poem, story or picture, that you are the most proud of?


Yes I have a book that I wrote with a friend who lives in UK. We wrote it for children as realistic lessons that could make the Bible come alive and make sense. Not only was it a lot of fun to write, but we had people involved on both sides of the “pond” giving us input and help with editing. There’s a story about a tunnel, a sword, two hikers, a compass, and a sheep. We have sold this book on three continents by word of mouth only. We have as many adults who have enjoyed the book as children. The book will never be a best seller however it has made the Bible make more sense to many readers and the stories have been re-told and the books passed on. The book also inspired a non-profit and  a radio show out of North Wales that I wrote children’s shows for which then led to my writing scripts for an international ministry for a number of years. Who would have known one little book could open so many doors.




What do you like the most about writing with Pen of the Damned?


When I started reading Pen, I was impressed by the caliber of writing. I thought “If I could write dark like…”  I was surprised when Joseph asked me to join and I promise you I still feel like the novice running to keep up with these exceptionally skilled writers. Needless to say they keep me striving to write past the pinnacle of my ability.




Is there any literature or a life event that you can point to and say “this is where my ability and/or desire to write was born”?


My life as a child was where my ability to create stems from. I am the product of an artistic genius who makes creating in any art form look easy. It’s hard to be a mere mortal when studying under a genius. I look back at all the work I produced/ performed/published/sold before I was sixteen (not to mention after) –  in my eyes I am not exceptional. My teachers pushed me toward art school  with the hope for a art history art degree so I could work in the art world. I was afraid that I would never reach the caliber of the other art students I had met so I declined art school. Were I to look back on my life, I’ve been on three creative journeys: the first striving as an artist, the second striving and performing as a musician, the third and  as a poet and a writer (the photography is a throw back to my younger days.)




Do you have anything knocking around in the corners of your mind that you are dying to write about, or is there a project you are working on that you would like to mention?


If you could climb the ladder in my imagination, you would be knocked over by ideas the flying about. I have several that I am working on with a co-writer. The first is a fantasy where the dragon is a hero. The MS is going to editing as we speak. I’m hoping my mother will illustrate this older elementary fantasy. This fiction could be done by the end of 2013. 

The other is an historical fiction series that will require travel to put the story together.  I stayed in the region where this story would take place and I’ve already heard the story (yes in my head). The characters who lived during this 100 year span of volatile  want (need) it to be told.  

There are several  projects that involve my mother and my son (an artist and photographer) that we hope to produce. I’m still researching producing books about art history. 

…And I am helping several exceptional crime writers try to get their works out as their editor.




Zack, I want to thank you for your encouragement and the time you have taken to do this interview. If I could say one thing to writers (of any genre). The creative world opens up a treasure trove for discovery. It is the writer’s commission to use the treasure to entice the next generation. The written word has the ability to inspire the imagination and unearth learning in a way that media cannot. Write from your heart and see the world that unfolds for you and others.




Thank you, Leslie.  You are an exceptionally busy woman.  I appreciate the time you gave to us.



Here is a link to Leslie’s blog.  You will notice, both on her blog as well as on Pen of the Damned, that she goes by Moondustwriter.



Here is a link to Pen of the Damned.  Follow the link, dive into the content, but know that you will have a hard time escaping the talented grasp of the Damned.





Stalking the Damned, palaver with Blaze

Our passage through darkness continues as we stalk the Damned.   I take you on this journey with iniquitous excitement, knowing full well that that we might not leave this sinister realm.


We pass into depths full of woe and fright, of Mephistophelian delights where Cthulhu still walks with the Elder Gods.  Close your eyes if you wish.  Take my cloak for guidance, but know it is far too late for safety.


The descent takes us down a path filled with smoke, heat, and the growing sounds of another being.  Rounding a corner, we find a large figure standing back from a hellish fire.  His face is unreadable in the red glow,  but the malice and cunning in his eyes makes us falter in our steps.


“This is Blaze”, I whisper in your ear.  “Let me speak for both of us…”



Blaze, we would parley with you, as we are stalking the Damned.  You have a number of stories with Pen of the Damned, some of which are “Ashes to Ashes, Blood to Blood”, “The Enforcer”, and “The Steps of Fear”.    Your stories range from creepy to absolutely visceral.    You once said “I feel we need to challenge the barriers to what lurks in the unknown.”  Could you expand on that, and did you ever have any experiences that gave you an affinity for things that lurk in the unknown, or that gave you an affinity for the unknown itself?

I’m an older writer, Zack, and with that comes a great deal of life experiences. Unfortunately for me, the bulk of that experience seems to have been rooted in things that are not pleasant. Death, failed relationships, pain, disease, and even a life as a child that was anything but pleasant. However, these experiences and my empathy for the common woman/man who gets his ass knocked down at every opportunity give me a purpose in life. I am compelled to write about the Dark. The Dark is real. Someone else can write about glory days of daisies and sweet dreams. That crap is foreign to what lurks inside my soul. On a positive note, I never run out of things to write about.

As far as knocking down barriers to what lurks in the unknown, not enough is written about new conceptual possibilities. Too much of the same dog and pony show. It is time we kick those barriers apart and delve into truly horrible scenarios floating through the minds of those who are tormented beyond return.

“The Steps of Fear” is a story that (like your others) really pulled me in.  Do your ideas hit you in a flash, or like you have mentioned before, do they sit in your head for a while as they ferment?

Like most of my stories, “The Steps Of Fear” was festering inside me long before I wrote it. The longer these tales reside within me, the Darker they become. Add in infidelity, a total distrust for the psychiatric profession, which I view as a bunch of non professionals and ill educated morons, and you have “The Steps Of Fear.” Okay, I’ve pissed off the whole world of psychiatric “professionals,” but I don’t care. They need to step up to the plate and do their jobs. Other ideas hit me in a flash, but some are rot-gut, deep-rooted horror all the way.

What is your favorite part of being a member of Pen of the Damned?

My favorite part of being a member of The Pen Of The Damned is that they put up with my bullshit. Don’t get me wrong: I don’t lie; I merely tell it like it is and they say, “Okay, Blaze is writing some wonky crap again.” Plus the ten of us are pretty Damned talented people and work at the craft. Notice the word WORK. It’s not merely pretty words for us. We spew the venom on the pages before us.



Do you have a favorite author, or is there a particular author who influenced your writing?

My favorite author is Edgar Allan Poe. No one else can compare to him. I enjoy reading all the great authors; Hemingway, Steinbeck, Twain, Spillane, and so many others, but there was only one Poe. The man was a God. My style is mine now that I’ve stopped the ghostwriting thing, thank God. I do not wish to write in the style of anyone other than myself.



You have been a ghostwriter for over 75 novels.  That is one hell of a feat.  Your dark mind must be full of characters and back stories.  Can you tell us about any of those novels, or could you give us advice on how to reach that literary level?

Because of the legal ramifications, I can’t really say anything about the past novels I’ve written as a ghostwriter, other than the fact my last one was used by an author who accepted the Stoker for it. True, my name was not to have been acknowledged as being the true author, but as far as professional integrity goes, had it been me, I would have refused the Stoker. I refused to write any more of them. These guys are on their own as far as I’m concerned now. Thus, I have very little regard for awards for any of the arts. Beauty for our readers is in the eyes and minds of each individual who reads our tomes. Some people love blood, gore, and splatter. Others don’t.
All art is discretional. We can’t please everyone. As far as reaching my “literary level,” it’s merely one word after another. No science to that. Let your “Story people” write your tale for you and throw the damned outlines out.



What do you enjoy about dark literature?

Dark literature is a no holds barred way to pen the truth. Sure, horror writers embellish the tales, but at the very core of our stories, there is always the truth. Do you want to be truly scared? Read “The Pit And The Pendulum” and feel that blade coming at you. That story goes to the very soul of what humanity fears the most.



Is it easier for you to compose and write the part of a protagonist, or the part of an antagonist?  Why?

Most of my new stories are written in first person, present tense, and as such, the protagonist’s view is portrayed. No fly on the wall crap for me any more. However, I also believe that the visual within the soul of the protagonist certainly displays the beasts in their most evil state. However, I have written tales where I wrote first person tense for both, merely alternating chapters to capture their inner thinking. So, to answer the question, I can, and do, write either part with relish.



What is the next piece of meat on your dinner plate?  What does Blaze how in store for us?

My next piece of meat consists of a huge steer running across a vast field. I have novels coming out this year, tales in anthologies, short stories, and collections of shorts. I also have a long non-fiction story which I will present as fiction so I don’t have to change anything. Most of the folks are dead anyway. I have some YA stories coming and some poetry: you guessed it; it’s Dark. While I have novel series comprised of horror/action/psychological meanderings, I also have some others that are simply Dark, psychological horror, like in “Ashes To Ashes, Blood To Blood.” That tale was so totally original that it blew my mind away. I disgusted some people with that one, so I got the results I wanted. Yes, I write of conventional monsters, albeit in unconventional ways, but I wish to write about new monsters as well. There are some in my soul ready to jump out on the page now. One of these bad boys is in an upcoming novel series. I’m rather proud of the conceptual imagery of these tales. I won’t say anything more about them other than the first one is titled, “The Devil’s Tongue.” Thank you for this interview, Zack, and remember that you will be the protagonist in my next tale for The Pen Of The Damned. Oh, yeah, baby!



Blaze, thank you for your time.



We’ll leave you to your craft as we make our way to darker and more infernal regions on our hunt for the Damned.