  Today saw the release of the neo-noir anthology 4:20. A Hoosier Noir special edition, it contains several stories by a variety of fabulous fiction writers as well as my piece "Starlight." The description says:
"Hoosier Noir editor J. Travis Grundon has compiled eleven smokin' stories about the Devil's Weed. As with any issue of Hoosier Noir, there is crime, deception, and general bad behavior. This time, however, each tale is tinted with the pungent odor of burning herb. So give thanks and praise and feed your mind with dark joints by the likes of Rex Weiner, Alec Cizak, Serena Jayne, BF Jones, Patrick Whitehurst, Don Stoll, Stephen J. Golds, and many more." I can only speak for my piece, but this presented some interesting twists as far as composing crime fiction. To whet your appetite, here's the opening to "Starlight" No doubt, greasy fingers held the paper like a promise. The assurance of elevation. Sprinkling shredded buds guaranteed the pledge. Delicate deft motions rolled the slip, swaddling the green within. Touching it to a candle flame got it smoking. Lungs filled with that ghost train haze. Riding on to parts unknown. Bullets arrived like curses cutting through the mist. The opaque air stirred, and a warm spray added color to the room. Head like an aerosol can painting the walls red. Richard tossed the phone aside. Willie winced at the sound of his screen audibly cracking. “This doesn’t tell me shit,” Richard said. “A picture’s like a thousand words, though,” Nelson said straightening his tie. “I don’t see a thousand words,” Richard said. “I see about 81, and that’s milking it. Plus, these don’t tell the story I want to hear.” He waited for a response though expected none. The other men in the room, certified predators, all glanced at each other nervously. Richard shook his head in disgust. “What happened to my product?” he demanded. To find out what happened to the weed as well as where the story goes -- a road through blood, weed, strippers, and death -- you'll have to buy 4:20 NOIR. 4:20 Noir: A Hoosier Noir Special Edition: Weiner, Rex, Cizak, Alec, Golds, Stephen J., Jones, BF, Jayne, Serena, Whitehurst, Patrick, Stoll, Don, Lester, R. Daniel, Grundon, J. Travis, Krauss, Richard: 9798503942736: Amazon.com: Books  I recently started a new endeavor. Over the next few weeks I'll be providing articles for Horror Obsessive. These will range from genre and literary analysis to what they call "Unpopular Opinions." I might even do a few music pieces. We'll see how things evolve. Right now, I'm just thrilled to be a part of the site.
A link to my first article is below. It's about a comedy horror gem called "Uncle Peckerhead" but if you want to know more, you'll have to read the article. Hell, I'm not writing it twice. Cheers! Uncle Peckerhead Comedy Horror Tastes Sweet | Horror Obsessive  Recently I was fortunate enough to get four poems posted on Punk Noir Magazine. This publication is “purportedly an online arts and entertainment magazine that looks at the world at its most askew, casting a bloodshot eye over” any variety of material. So, I encourage you to float around the site and see what their other contributors have presented. The plethora of styles and themes ensures odds of finding some gems. Perhaps the four from Oak Ayling or the five by N. B Turner, but the point is taking the risk.
Poetry and fiction tastes are so often subjective that I find audiences, as well as myself, often end up stagnating. We consume the same material over and over. It’s not to say the meal isn’t satisfying. However, satisfaction aside, things get dull. It amounts to being stuck in a rut. That’s why it’s vital to plunge in arenas with varied creators. They’ll present pieces you might not’ve sought out yet come to treasure, not to mention revealing notions and perspective you might not’ve considered. Too much of the familiar dulls the senses. So, a shakeup is always worth taking the chance. It’s the only way to find new things which light up the brain like fireworks. Even exploring something that turns out to be disappointing can be refreshing. Either way, when a person comes back to the familiar, they’re likely to find the flavor revitalized. With that in mind, please check out my four poems--Shotgun Sculpture, Bent Silverware, A Revolver Full of Teeth, and Prayer—then explore the rest that Punk Noir Magazine has to offer. Cheers! |
AuthorJ. Rohr enjoys making orphans feel at home in ovens and fashioning historical re-enactments out of dead pets collected from neighbors’ backyards. Archives
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