He had traveled many crooked side-streets and shadow-scripted back-alleys to arrive at this point. The white-hot lure and bait of the angel, who had played hard to get, beckoned, with an ineffable wink. Advertisements
One of those windows ws about to change his life forever. Now it was simply a matter of ascent, and guessing right.
It would be the last time, the last thinning whatever– halfmoon fingernails scratching famished odds, unreflected, into a dirty, cracking mirror.
Runaway, androgynist, shadow-puppeteer, Neverland refugee, nimbic love-child of Edie Sedgwick and Holden Caulfield. Enter the world of Piers this November 30th.
Full cover spread of Nocturne Variations, coming this November.
Cover reveal for my new novel, Nocturne Variations (coming this November). Designed by Heather Ross. NOCTURNE VARIATIONS: Dystopic Peter Pan meets surrealist noir in this cinemythical tale about love, loss and the illusions of shadow-play. Los Angeles, December, 1989, is when … Continue reading
Mist leavening mood, Noir, by any other name– In rain, lovers prey. (Photo by Anthony Distefano)
Whether I had been waiting for him, or he for me, I could no longer remember. Or maybe he was a she, and I was a you, gender and pronouns being so malleable and always in flux. Whoever, or whatever … Continue reading
Uprooted dark rose, growing cold in the shadows– Waiting for Godot?
Twinning, to ravel frayed hearts in ghost-dark concert– Proof, to no avail.
