Screaming into a void? Putting it out there but it’s trapped in here? Feeding minds but no feedback? One has to wonder when one’s domination of the universe will begin, and with a bang, or even a whimper? This Labyrinth Creators Journal ponders the age old question, if the Pope shits in the woods does it make a sound? Read the always brief, always relevant book of essays that talks about my story involving two RI folk legends coming together to make a splash, but not yet breaking water.
Edgar Allan Poe spent time in my state capitol of Providence Rhode Island courting the lovely Sarah Whitman, going to The Hot Club, hanging in the streets, drinking slurpees and getting involved with an ATV gang. Young punk successor HP Lovecraft comes along and wallows in his hero’s footsteps, brooding at the same cemetery, the nerve. My supposed sequel to The Cask of Amontillado, a story entitled “The Aftertaste,” spermed on these memories in me, and now you can read about it in the latest Labyrinth Creators Journal. Visit the always brief, always entertaining blog that you’ll enjoy despite Poe’s one word review, “Nevermore.”
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