Coffin Bell has published my short fiction, The Memory of Hannah Babinski, in Vol 5, Issue 1 of their superb journal. Read the story and the rest of the issue, … Continue reading Coffin Bell – Journal of Dark Literature
Category: The Blog
Publication Review 2021
As we came into this year, I’d just completed my first collection of short fiction, and this continues along its publication journey. That, and the fact these past twelve months … Continue reading Publication Review 2021
Ghostlight, the magazine of terror
My story, ‘Wounds are Lips Waiting to be Kissed’, appears in the Fall 2021 Edition of Ghostlight. Presented by the Great Lakes Association of Horror Writers (GLAHW), the magazine contains … Continue reading Ghostlight, the magazine of terror
No paddle or sail, but the horizon’s a beauty
Dispensing with further dramatics that evoke a lack of direction, I’ll just come out and say, I’m not writing. That I’ve been fortunate enough to have written almost everyday for … Continue reading No paddle or sail, but the horizon’s a beauty
15% Discount on Books
I’ve teamed up with the fine folk at A Great Read to bring my followers a great deal on books. We are offering 15% off orders over £15 placed through … Continue reading 15% Discount on Books
Call of the Wyld
“Twelve grisly new tales of fur and fury in this brand new anthology of werewolf stories. Liam Hogan’s The Mortsafe, full of gothic darkness, Holly Rae Garcia’s Werewolf’s Lament (because … Continue reading Call of the Wyld
Reviewed: Tender Is The Flesh
If a virus infected all animals and made them inedible to humans what would we do? In Agustina Bazterrica’s novel (translated by Sarah Moses), we adapted and legitimised cannibalism. Except … Continue reading Reviewed: Tender Is The Flesh
Kitchen Sink Gothic 2
Kitchen Sink Gothic: “tales of darkness and horror, of the supernatural and the weird within the overall framework of the social realism of the kitchen sink drama.” – David Riley, … Continue reading Kitchen Sink Gothic 2
Too Late Now
Inspired in part, by the downgrading of exam grades in British schools this week, Too Late Now was written as a way of venting my anger and frustration at the stupidity of Mankind.
Probably because of the urgency I felt, prose did not seem the correct medium and so I chose poetry. To me a poem should, whatever its subject, pack a punch.
After it has rested, I may look at the poem again and rework it, hopefully make improvements. However, it felt right to share with you this raw version.
Eric Nash 