On a recent trip to Washington, D.C., with Kathleen (her home town) for a family event, we took in a Warhol exhibit at the Hirshhorn Museum. Called Shadows, it featured 102 silk screen prints of exactly the same scene — a shadowy view from inside Warhol’s studio — in different colors. Each print was about three feet by four feet and displayed in a long, continuous line around the distinctive curved walls of the Hirshhorn. As it turned out, the exhibit was a perfect vision test.Read More
Posts from Pumpjack Press authors and contributors about culture, books, economic and social justice topics, history and more, with the occasional poem and short story.
The soundtrack to true terror is classic country. Only classic country from the 1950s and 1960s has the raw, heartbroken emotion of bone-deep despair that makes the blood run cold. The people of LonePine, Wyoming, like in most small towns in the slowly dying American West, know about heartbreak and economic despair. And ever since the undead showed up, they know about terror too. That’s probably why every pickup truck radio, every jukebox in every saloon, and every portable radio is belting out classic country while the rest of the world has moved on.Read More
Joining us today from the pages of The Cowboy and the Vampire Collection is Lenny, a survivalist and improvised weapons expert with some peculiar political views. He’s the long-time friend of Tucker and is now deeply involved in making weapons capable of dispatching the undead.
Hello Lenny, welcome. What did you bring with you today? This? It’s a reverse surveillance tracker I made out of an old cassette recorder, a GPS unit and an electric toothbrush. I want to be able to monitor whoever it is monitoring this conversation to find out where they are broadcasting from.Read More
Extinction or no-cost consciousness upload into military hardware at death? The decisions of a near-term future.Read More
Decades ago, John Updike generously responded to a letter I had written him. HIs letter, now yellowed with age, has the typeface of an old typewriter and includes strikeouts and handwritten marginalia. I dug this letter out recently, after re-reading Rabbit, Run. He provided good advice and encouragement at a moment when it was sorely needed.Read More
We’re pleased to share a little Halloween drabble from award-winning New Zealand fantasy, science fiction and horror author Lee Murray. Lee’s latest book, Into the Ashes, the final book in her Taine McKenna military thriller series, will be released in early 2019. #celebratehorrorRead More
“Being a werecrow is just as pointless as being a real crow. Or a real human. The world is still full of idiots, present company excepted, of course,” I added sarcastically. “I’m still bored. And nothing we do really matters at all.” I pecked at the fence post angrily, knocking splinters loose. “It’s not like we’re werewolves or anything. Now that would be cool. They get to rip stuff up. They get respect.” #horrorRead More
Celebrate #Horror Month! Twenty years ago on Oct. 31, we — Clark and Kathleen — decided to get married and start writing horror together. It was a monstrous decision. We officially became engaged on a blustery Halloween night 20 years ago. Clark was dressed as the devil on vacation. Maps in hand, horns out, leisure shirt on. Kathleen was a zombie fairy. Glitter, tutu, bloodied face.Read More
Bonnie and Clyde both walked with a limp, but for very different reasons—torture and fire.Read More
Bonnie wrote a lot of poetry in her day. Most of it was composed while cooling her heels in the hoosegow. One of her most famous poems is Suicide Sal.Read More