As the writing community in the Phoenix area has grown and flourished, I have personally moved in another direction. I have stepped away from my other responsibilities in the community, and placed them in other capable hands. This site is no longer a necessary tool to connect the disparate groups and projects together as I am no longer a community leader. I do not have as easy access to the information that was so readily available to me before, and will no longer update the site.
I hope you found this a useful resource in the past, and wish the best in the future.
Grand heroes of Aeolyne, they had been long observed by a mysterious force and
led to a land where they all will soon meet. Warriors and leaders that had suffered
much and delivered freedom that is needed. Soon they will all join the path to
help deliver the land from the dreaded Dragon Dorica’lax. Come meet these
grand heroes and see their journey beginnings.
The Legends of Aeolyne is a vast land that has had many peoples claim and build their homes. But war is always around the corner. A land filled with mystery, forgotten lands, races and many hidden treasures. Drecue a half-elf prince is drawn into an on-going struggle between cultish factions and his father’s decaying kingdom. As the struggle becomes larger it entangles the hero that would be the cults down fall, but he has his own agenda. This universe calls on your imagination to breathe life into old mythical beasts and classical creatures. The Legends of Aeolyne were drawn from the Authors love of classical history and many hours in the library. Come and build this world and live it in your dreams.
The Vietnam War rages on with no end in sight. While hippies are moving to the hills there is something horribly wrong happening in a suburban house on Laurel Street, in Phoenix.
Now, over forty years later, after the house is purchased at a foreclosure sale, a Mexican day laborer unwittingly finds an army surplus ammo box buried in the backyard containing some baby bones. But the police aren’t interested.
HERB NASH is a street wise but aging paralegal and part time private investigator. But now, after his last big case that made him a local hero, the phone keeps ringing. This time, he’s off to an Indian casino in south Phoenix, where he meets the eccentric retired dentist who now owns the Laurel Street house, and demands to know how those those bones got in his backyard. The case turns even deadlier when Nash butts heads with a glass ceiling breaking Los Angeles police sergeant on her way to the top, who once lived in the Laurel Street house, and just discovered she cannot bury her past forever.
When he thinks he’s about to keep an important business appointment in lawyer Lamar Madison’s cramped Phoenix law office HERB NASH finds himself shaking hands with a homicide detective who suspects them both of brutally murdering James Olivette, aka Jim B—small time con-artist and only son of one of the city’s wealthiest widows.
The detective tells them Jim B’s dismembered body parts were discovered earlier that morning splayed around a storm drain in the heart of an exclusive Camelback Mountain neighborhood. It gets personal for HERB NASH when the detective tells them both that their business cards were found tucked inside the dead man’s shirt pocket, making them the only “persons of interest” and potential suspects in the Jim B murder investigation.
Lamar convinces HERB NASH to fire up his PI license intended only for skip-tracing dead beat dads and credit criminals, and HERB NASH reluctantly uses it to open up doors in search of more likely persons of interest to keep the police busy and off his back. In the process he twice escapes a brutal death, takes down the most unlikely psychopathic killer, and discovers a startling secret about himself.
The Vietnam War rages on with no end in sight. While hippies are moving to the hills there is something horribly wrong happening in a suburban house on Laurel Street, in Phoenix. Now, over forty years later, after the house is purchased at a foreclosure sale, a Mexican day laborer unwittingly finds an army surplus ammo box buried in the back yard containing some baby bones. But the police aren’t interested. HERB NASH is a street wise but aging paralegal and part time private investigator. But now, after his last big case that made him a local hero, the phone keeps ringing. This time, he’s off to an Indian casino in south Phoenix, where he meets the eccentric retired dentist who now owns the Laurel Street house, and demands to know how those those bones got in his back yard. The case turns even deadlier when Nash butts heads with a glass ceiling breaking Los Angeles police sergeant on her way to the top, who once lived in the Laurel Street house, and just discovered she cannot bury her past forever.
Heart of Malice is the story of Elvis Thaddeus Proctor, a kind, law-abiding man who through criminal and surgical circumstance inherits the heart of a sociopathic serial killer. Under the diabolical influence of this heart, Elvis is compelled to enact vile offenses upon humans and animals alike.
More importantly, Heart of Malice is the bittersweet story of Elvis’ best friend, Jason Slane, who happens to have a heart of gold. It is too bad that it remains hidden behind a pattern of erotic pursuits.
Through Jason, Elvis finds a potential solution to his dilemma in the spunky and lovely person of Monica Coy. Soon, though, he moves to end their relationship out of concern for her life.
Elvis then experiments with family activities, a popular recreational substance and aerobics, all aimed at purging his heinous inclinations. These fail.
At this point, Monica learns through traumatic experience of the ill-begotten affliction suffered by the man she holds dear. During this time, Jason also becomes reluctantly aware of his friend’s horrible predicament. He makes a valiant attempt to save Elvis from an entity he cannot comprehend.
But through this endeavor his true heart, at last, is able to shine.
“Every day the world subtracts from itself,” Luanne Castle observes. Her wonderfully titled collection, Doll God, with its rich and varied mix of poems part memoir, part myth and tale, shimmers as it swims as poetry is meant to, upstream against the loss.
—Stuart Dybek, MacArthur Fellow and author of Streets in Their Own Ink
In her haunting first collection, Luanne Castle has created a space where “the sounds / of the schoolchildren / and the traffic / grind down / to nothing” and where the reader is invited to experience the lasting echo of our primal human past. Who makes our toys, and why? Which toys and in whose likeness? With startling imagery and a keen eye for the subtler shapes of violence and redemption, Castle asks us to consider and re-consider these questions. Like a “world of broken mirrors waiting” the poems call us back to ourselves, our childhoods, and the potential rewards of prayer and reflection. I find both hope and despair in these pages, where “every day the world subtracts from itself and nothing / is immune,” and every object contains a voice and a story. This is a fierce and beautiful book.
—Caroline Goodwin, author of Trapline
Luanne Castle’s new collection, Doll God, is sublime. The manner of these poems—that they embrace the doll and bring to it humanity and divinity—is something to behold. The voice in these poems is tender, visceral, and wonderfully human. Ms. Castle has forged a vision that feels like something you want to dance with, dress up, talk to like a child, but with an adult’s sensibility. I love these poems with my whole heart because they make me feel both childlike and grown, simultaneously. Doll mistresses, primordial conches, Barbies, infuse these poems with tremendous humanity, and they delight with purpose, sadness and joy, and an incredible range that will leave you breathless.
—Matthew Lippman, author of American Chew
Robert Williams didn’t expect an early honorable release from his mission, but upon his return home, he sees the reason for the surprise decision. Unemployment, rampant violence, and frequent food shortages have put the United States on the brink of another civil war. As the threads of society unravel, the Williams family must adapt to drastic changes as the long-foretold gathering begins to take place.
Treez McDuffy is a single woman without friends, family, or romantic attachments. She has recently retired from a forty-year, lifeless job. She is now faced with facing herself. The wounds from her childhood that never healed reopen, and Treez must confront the truth behind her inability to form any type of meaningful relationship. She is alone without any sense of purpose or belonging, and she is left to console herself with endless cigarettes, liter-boxes of Merlot, and micro-waved frozen dinners.
A transformation is ignited one morning when she hears the sound of Canada geese flying over her apartment on their way home, calling her to join them. The momentous sight of this huge flock of geese flying overhead stirs something inside Treez that has lain dormant for years – hope. But to change her life, she has to change everything.
She terminates the lease on the rent-controlled apartment she’s had for thirty years, cashes in her retirement savings, buys a new car, adopts a dog that is aptly named Guido from the local pound, and sets out to travel the Trans Canada Highway on a loosely planned journey to the Badlands of South Dakota. By the time self-doubt sets in, it is too late to turn back, so she embraces her reckless decision and continues on.
What starts off as a trip to the Badlands veers dramatically off-course as Treez encounters people and events that steer her in a whole new direction. She is challenged in ways she has never experienced before while she struggles with the lessons she receives from both natural and supernatural experiences along the road to the place she is supposed to be. Her journey becomes an odyssey of rebirth and self-discovery, and she discovers so much more than she ever knew she needed.