Sometimes I feel caught between horror and that ill-defined land of “literary fiction.” I’m not interested in a “versus” argument or any sort of pretension here. I love both equally, I read both equally, I mash them into a ball together, and, most importantly, I don’t think there’s much of a difference between them, anyway, […]

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I have this terror that one day while my pup and I are in the back yard, just the two of us at home, I will fall down dead. She and I are always alone in this terror. It is a cold morning (for it is winter as I write this, and the terror lives […]

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