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Finally returning to a monthly schedule, Phenomenal Stories is a little different, but still has the goal of presenting the best in speculative fiction, poetry, non-fiction and art that we can. Our most recent issue earlier this year finished all of the then-hanging serials and served as an in memoriam issue dedicated to artist Carole A. Tomlinson, who died Sept. 12, 2020. She also was the wife of the executive editor. In this issue, we begin ...

There's a rose garden in Central Park. No, not that Central Park. The other one, in Schenectady, the 'Place Beyond the Pines.' In the midst of a city trying to rebirth itself, revive itself from its industrial past, there is a patch of beauty most of the residents don't know exists. It is a magnet for young lovers, for school trips and, especially, for photographers. Richard H. Nilsen, armed with three cameras, entered the gates and found...

This third issue of the new Phenomenal Stories has been planned for nearly three years. It dedicates a good bit of its content to a Special Section devoted to author Richard H. Nilsen as one of the Phenomenal Stories "Big Three." [Hey, if Weird Tales could have a big three, why can't we?] This special issue features the start of new serial, 'Brush Arbor' from Richard as well as his complete memoir, 'Son of Nils.' There's also an excerpt from h...

All of life was simple to my father. You worked hard. You told the truth. You stayed faithful to your mate, family and business. You rested at times, and played and picnicked when appropriate, but never to excess.When bad things happened, you endured and persevered. No miraculous promises of being saved by the bell, Angels or rich uncles were on the horizon.But in between all this common sense stoicism and simple view of life, a philosophy eme...

The past few years, dozens of intrepid folks (ambulatory but with what I suspect are less than healthy mental faculties) rush into the water in the channel between East and West Caroga Lakes for ?the Polar Plunge? on Jan. 1. They do this intentionally and with malice of forethought. I witness this event each year. Each year, even though I have Nordic genes and have been accused of preferring a roll in the snow to lying on a hot beach, I still ...

Since I first came to Caroga Lake in 1949 when my parents bought a rustic camp on the north shore of West Caroga Lake, I have always been a bit in love with this area. When I graduated from seasonal to year-round resident in 1995 it became home sweet home. My selection of photos is, of course, arbitrary and makes no attempt to cover all aspects of our beautiful area. Still, you may get an idea of how much I care about this town I have made hom...

Since Five Easy Pieces was already taken as a title, I guess Short Rounds will have to do. Also, it seems appropriate that, as of this writing, I have five published books in print. These five short stories can serve as a complementary addendum to those five books. I also include a short ?spiritual memoir? titled Faith Came Easy and two previously unpublished poems. I will try to let the short fiction speak for itself, but I should add that it...

The flies were the first thing that would have caught my attention. The drooping, sagging mass of flesh and the smell of urine and the bowels having let go were right up there in sensory overload, but the buzzing blue and green shining flies all over the body signaled there was no going back for this dude. From doing suicide on-call for more than a decade, I've seen my share of "successful" attempts. There are no pretty stories to tell. Even t...

From The Book of Power: "Let me speak of a time when the world was not as it is. Some of the history of that time came down to us in spoken word and that word was written down with pictures drawn and maps plotted. Whether all things that were said were truth and all writings were exact is not for this student to say. In long studies at night and in the day through libraries and records and keepers of many local histories this student can but p...

An Old-Fashioned Shooting is a wild ride through the Adirondacks of upstate New York with a mystery to be solved, abundant wit and humor, and a great sense of fun. The action takes place in the near-recent past and follows the narrator through a twisting tale of mystery and intrigue. A good time read. Come on along.

From 'Trying to Help People': "Personally, I am on a journey of discovery when I compose a poem. I rarely have a plan or any idea what the finished product will look like. Often a bit of conversation, something I've heard on the radio or read in a newspaper will set me off on that voyage of discovery. ... As far as the title goes, I've always liked the turn of thought from such sayings as, 'No good deed goes unpunished.' Trying to help people ...

What the...!" Zach started as he landed on all fours and put out his hand to see what he'd tripped on. What he tripped over shifted with his weight and the push of his hand until the face of his brother, Bobby, stared blankly up into the starlit night from where he lay in a heap. Zach brought his wet, glistening hand palm upwards for Rose to see and they both stared at Zach's bloody hand for several seconds with the only sounds that of their b...