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I’m proud to have a new piece over at Signal-Horizon regarding the resonance of horror’s second “golden age,” namely Night of the Living Dead, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and The Amityville Horror. Check it out here, and feel free to like them on social media and sign up for their newsletter. I’ll be writing more articles for them in the future, so stay tuned.
Months ago, I announced that Moon Tide Press was putting out an anthology of poems inspired by horror films. Well, the anthology is out! It features 66 poets and has wicked cool cover art by Leslie White.

If you’re interested in ordering a copy, you can do so through Moon Tide’s website here, or through Amazon here.
I have three pieces in the anthology, and as a little preview, here is one of the poems:
Imagining One More Romero Movie
I’d like to see Romero’s take on this moment,
a time as uncanny as the dead rising,
groaning, and slow-walking towards a meal.
The elite already live in towers,
like in Land of the Dead.
The president has a tower in NYC,
barricaded by police in all-black riot gear,
like the beginning of a movie
where everything is about to go wrong.
The working-class hustle below,
their hands hard and calloused, their clothes
rife with the smell of gasoline, oil, or dirt.
Sometimes, they crane their necks, stare
at those towers, maybe to imagine a gold nameplate,
a desk, leather chair, and air-conditioned office.
If Romero directed one more sequel,
I wonder where he’d place the survivors.
Shopping malls are too 1980s, but maybe Starbucks,
staring at their smartphones, plugging in
before the dead bust down the doors,
rip out espresso machines, gnaw on flesh,
or maybe he’d have a horde overtake DC,
while a few remaining politicians and lobbyists
flee down K Street under a harvest moon,
until the working-class, turned, drop the gas pumps,
hammers, or call center headsets and devour the living, fed up
with slumping and staggering from job to job.
Happy Halloween!