In late 2008 a harr-oink echoed in the full moon night and THE FUNKY WEREPIG was born.
And the piggie petters gathered, bringing no pants, moon pies and myrrh.
Every weekend TFW brings you the best in entertainment of a funky nature, one on one with our guests to discuss careers, the industry and golden goodies no other interview captures. With its loose format and sharp comedy, the Werepig has built a reputation barely falling short of serious prison time.
Classic shows with such legendary guests as Joe Lansdale, Robert McCammon, Harry …
A Tale of Two Genres – Part Two
by Mark Orr
© 2011; all rights reserved
The stories are also constructed differently in terms of pacing. A horror tale will typically have peaks and valleys like an EKG, episodes of gruesome horror punctuated by periods during which the hero has a chance to catch his breath before the monster strikes again. A mystery will more closely resemble an ascending curve as the hero accumulates clues towards the solution of the crime and imprisonment of the villain. A mystery is by necessity more deliberate …
A Tale of Two Genres – Part One
by Mark Orr
© 2011; all rights reserved
It’s been almost a century since American fiction was firmly balkanized into the separate genres, and its practitioners assigned their slots in the hierarchy of literature. It was the pulp magazines that did it in the decade following the First World War, when general fiction purveyors like Argosy and Blue Book made room on the newsstands for Black Mask, Weird Tales and Amazing Stories. The tastes of the reading public followed suit, so where there were once …
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Moving
by Barry Napier
Part of A Mouth for Picket Fences
© 2011 – All Rights Reserved
We approach things
with the weight of an afternoon nap,
amazed at how gentle winds push a violent storm
sending tufts of freshly mown grass across the lawn,
Wednesday evening tumbleweeds
coming to rest in someone else’s yard—
the mulch from one life settling
among the soil and deluge of another.
We hear the wind, the coming rain and
try to ignore the quiet of the house—
an awkward …
