Out Now
In digital, paperback, and hardcover.
See the ad in the summer issue of Fangoria magazine.
Madness echoes in the canyon, and if you listen closely, you might hear your own scream.
Step into the shadows of the human psyche, where reality blurs and the familiar turns menacing. In Screaming into the Canyon, nightmares don't simply lurk in the dark-they seep into the cracks of everyday life.
With prose as sharp as a scalpel and an unsettling intimacy, this collection drags you through surreal horrors, psychological unraveling, and the quiet terror of being truly seen.
These are stories that haunt, linger, and whisper long after the final page. You may think you're safe, but the canyon is deep—and it's listening.
“The springs and cogs inside the clock had long ago rusted in place, frozen and exhausted and unable to move even a single revolution more.
The pendulum that once swung proudly and precisely lay now in its own puddle of chains, sticky and darkened with years of grease and dust.”
Floater
“It was singing now. And it sang that song—that fucking song—she’d heard countless times before.
She hated that song, and despite her fear, she couldn’t help but think of the playground, surrounded by the other children who spun around her in circles, singing that fucking song over and over until she ran to the teacher, tears streaming down her plump, red cheeks.”
Something Ain’t Right with Dinah
Struggling with a life governed by obsessive-compulsive disorder, Russell's world is one where order, cleanliness, and routine are not just preferences, but necessities for survival.
When a seemingly insignificant spot on his arm catches his attention, it ignites an inner turmoil that threatens to consume him.
As Russell battles with memories of a stringent upbringing and the omnipresent voice of a stern grandmother, his quest for purity escalates into a chilling fixation.
A poignant exploration of the depths of human psyche, the invisible scars of childhood, and the relentless pursuit of an unattainable perfection, that’s both deeply personal and universally resonant.
Out now from the author, as a single:
Filth
