Tag Archives: noir

Something Twisted This Way Comes

Runaway, androgynist, shadow-puppeteer, Neverland refugee, nimbic love-child of Edie Sedgwick and Holden Caulfield. Enter the world of Piers this November 30th. Advertisements

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Uncover Girl

Full cover spread of Nocturne Variations, coming this November.

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Nocturne on the Horizon

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

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Rain

Mist leavening mood, Noir, by any other name– In rain, lovers prey.   (Photo by Anthony Distefano)

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Choose Your Own Suspense

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

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Beckett’s Noir

Uprooted dark rose, growing cold in the shadows– Waiting for Godot?

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Proof

Twinning, to ravel frayed hearts in ghost-dark concert– Proof, to no avail.

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Secret

How the secret falls, from bowed lips modeling noir– Night calls burn slowly.  

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A Hard Case

The other woman is not always who you think– matching fingerprints.

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Moliere Dreams of Noir

It was a blue Monday when she walked into my office, flaming red and smoking green– Drink this, she said, it will make you bigger– it was then that I realized, the gun in my pocket, the stubs in the … Continue reading

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