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Spring 2026 Update
Long time no update. Apologies. My day job has me on GRIND. I’ve had a few publications this year to note: Indianapolis Review – Thorns and EuphemismFlight Literary – “The past is light you can no longer see” – a hybrid fiction collaboration between my friend Holly P and meGrist – Issue 18 – “StiffContinue reading “Spring 2026 Update”
Autumn Update
Apologies for the long silence. The day job and move consumed my summer. Twang and Stiff Wrist arrived. I do not recommend releasing three books in a six month span, or even the same year. Trying to promote one is herculean. Three proved too much. But hey, if you’re reading this, consider purchasing either orContinue reading “Autumn Update”
End of Spring Update
Hello big scary world, and Happy Summer Solstice! I hope this post finds everyone doing ok. I’m unsure any of us are fully well. We find our solace where we can, help others as we’re able, and try to stay upright and forward. Winter and spring 2025 saw the debut of a few new poemsContinue reading “End of Spring Update”
NaPoMo reading with A Hundred Pitchers of Honey
New interview
Over at the amazing kith books, you’ll find a new interview with me all about It Was Never Supposed to Be. It’s long, it’s irreverent and sad at times, it’s funny. Pour a glass and enjoy the interview.
It Was Never Supposed to Be
has started appearing in good places. I love every chance I get to see that gorgeous cover!
Might be doing a thing
Late Summer Settles Around the Oak Trunks
It’s August. That all important month in the Twang universe of my work. The swelter penetrates my bones and attunes to every ghost I carry from the holler well. The farm was its most quiet in August. More free time for the swimming hole and hanging from low branches. More time for haunting. Speaking ofContinue reading “Late Summer Settles Around the Oak Trunks”
Lovely Review of DEAD UNCLES
Check it out over at the Sundress Blog! The reviewer does a fantastic job of distilling the themes and feels of Dead Uncles.
Ben Kline 