Duane is the author of a small army of stories under a slew of pseudonyms. Under his own byline he has published pieces in a number of of hitherto-unrelated places. He writes weird fiction and baseball articles and has a book available. Duane also records under the band name "moderan", and is indebted to the late David R. Bunch for the use of that name and concept. He lives in southern Arizona with his guitars, books, and cats.
I was sent an e-copy and a hard copy of this interesting sampler of horror stories from Duane Pesice and Planet-X Publications. It's a very slim volume with a few poems and short stories. It would be a more pleasant read during the cool, fall weather of the NorthEast coast, rather than the dead of summer in Phoenix, Arizona. The stories all have that Halloween atmosphere as they involve ghosts, ancient taverns inhabited by the dead, and poetry, one of which, "Seance" by K. A. Opperman is definitely about Halloween. All feature the oppressive and somewhat cold and wet feelings one equates with that pumpkin harvesting season. Duane Pesice's story "Looking for Ghosts" actually takes place in Arizona in the bar that Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassidy once frequented. Being a fan of Ken Kesey and Cassidy it was a refreshing look into the sense of nostalgia that I myself feel from those heady days of the 1960's. Though it was also sad, as ghost stories always tend to be, bringing up forgotten and fleeting moments of time and personal memory. Yet it was effective because the ghosts guide the bar owner to change with the times and become a little more up to date. Pesice's was an atmospheric tale, not one of chills and horror. Sean M. Thompson's "The Cliffside Tavern" however, was most definitely real horror set in modern times, where two lovers (both men, which was refreshing) find themselves in an old time tavern somewhere in Massachusetts, feasting on the best seafood in the world, provided by the dead innkeeper, who beckons them into a twisted whirling vortex of hellish delights. All the stories were well written and entertaining. I wished that "Hands of Chaos," a poem by Ashely Dioses, had been a bit longer. It was really well written but very short. "ON {Outre Non-Limitations}" by Frederick J. Mayer was a nice slice of both visceral (as in spilled, steaming viscera) and cosmic horror. He plays with words like the Devil plays with souls. All in all, it was a nice, chapbook size edition which will make the reader look forward to the complete anthology coming out in late 2017.