Where I am right now the heat is a relentless vengeful force, soaking into me before the sun even rises. Where today’s guest author is, winter has arrived and the bite in the air is nibbling at noses and toeses. Today is our last poem in the series by Benjamin Blake. So turn on your radios friends and listen to the messages seeping through the airwaves.

To Inspire You:

shortwave transmissions

(Artwork was created by me, Jeanette Andromeda, in black ink on watercolor paper).

Shortwave Transmissions from Tomorrow

The signal comes
Weak at first
But rapidly growing in strength
From this attic room
Of an old house
In the Pacific Northwest

A garbled voice of sorts
Intermittently punctuated
By presidential speeches
Snippets of science fiction shows
From the early ‘50s
And other assorted half-lost broadcasts

A futile attempt at a response
Little lights blink on and off on the dial
And out the small, round window
The stars seem to glimmer in time

Suddenly everything dies
The desk lamp, the radio, the quiet hum of the ceiling fan
On the wooded hillside
The brightest glow is growing
Pervading the surrounding pines
And trailing toward the skies

He rushes down the pulldown stairs
Through the quiet house
And out into the night

Returning three days later
With a misplaced sense of time
And strange markings
Upon the upper inner thigh

Written by Benjamin Blake

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Last week we all went for a spin at the Vortex Club. Here are the tales that made it out:







About Today’s Poet:

Benjamin Blake Author PhotoBenjamin Blake was born in the July of 1985, and grew up in the small town of Eltham, New Zealand. He is the author of the novel, The Devil’s Children, and the poetry and prose collections Southpaw Nights, and Standing on the Threshold of Madnessas well as the forthcoming split All the Feral Dogs of Los Angeles. Find more of his writing (and photography) at www.benjaminblake.com.

Cover Standing on the Threshold of Madness
Praise for Standing on the Threshold of Madness and Benjamin Blake 

“I was most impressed with Standing on the Threshold of Madness. These dark, brooding vignettes do far more than send a shudder up one’s spine (although they do that again and again, with elegance and panache). Benjamin Blake has found a way to infuse into his horrific lyrics a keen sensitivity to human emotions, an understanding of the fragility of life, and a bleak portrayal of the evanescence of all existence. This is a volume that aficionados of weird poetry will want to read over and over.”–S. T. Joshi


“Benjamin Blake relishes funereal lyricism with a spice of surrealism.” – Ramsey Campbell


“Language and imagery rule in this collection of dark visions. Blake has a distinctive voice, rich in surrealism, and he uses it to considerable effect.” – Bruce Boston, SFPA Grandmaster Poet


“A plethora of dark and haunting poems that could be likened to a bone chilling symphony overall!  Mood enhancing language that will curdle the blood, and excellent, original imagery!” – Marge Simon, Bram Stoker Award winning poet

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