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Goodbye 2019

Posted in 2019, Clark Ashton Smith, Denisse Montoya, Diablerie, Morbidezza & Other Denizens of the Dark, Spectral Realms, The Averoigne Legacy, The Fell Fête, Year End Review with tags , , , , , , , , on December 18, 2019 by Manuel Paul Arenas

2019 has been a year of slow advancement. I have continued to get my work published, mainly in Spectral Realms, but I still get rejected fairly regularly elsewhere. I do however have a few stories in various anthologies. I was particularly thrilled to have my story The Fell Fête be sought out for a collection of stories in the style of Clark Ashton Smith. The ebook*, The Averoigne Legacy, is available on Amazon.

Averoigne Legacy (rear blurb).

My friend Denisse Montoya and I have been working diligently over the last several  months to prepare my chapbook Morbidezza & Other Denizens of the Dark for publication. As I write, we have only to finalize the cover art then take it to a printer to self publish. I hope it will be available sometime in January if I can round up the requisite funds. I have also been putting together a manuscript for my next chapbook, Diablerie, which I hope to also get published in 2020.

On a personal note, I moved into a new one bedroom apartment, just down the block from the coffee shop I frequent, and I am excited to say that it has a gas stove, which I have made much use of since moving in. I have been cooking more and trying to eat better this past year.  After being diagnosed with pre-diabetes, I have cut down a lot on my sugar intake and even lost 20 lbs.! I am still far from svelte though. Now, if only I could do something about these dark circles around my eyes…

I don’t have a roommate anymore, so I have no one to answer to either. This gives me more space for my things, as well as personal freedom, but it also magnifies my loneliness, which is already acute. I have decided that 2020 will be the year I fix that. I wonder what Morbidezza is doing these days… Do you think 10 months is long enough a wait to call upon a widow?

*(12/20/2019) As well as the trade paperback!

Goodbye 2018

Posted in 2018, Black Hymeneal, Dick Kelly, Donald Sidney-Fryer, Greetings from Krampus, Manny's Book of Shadows, MiscellManny, S.T. Joshi, The Dark Poetry Couple, The Grimoire of the Dark Young, Weird Poets Society, Year End Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on December 13, 2018 by Manuel Paul Arenas

Most of 2018 was spent in a funk trying to figure out what my next move was going to be. I was holding on to people and situations which were not helpful or healthy and I was stagnating, mired in depression. Eventually, I sat down and asked myself what was most important for me to accomplish at that point in time. I decided that the most important thing to me, moving forward, was to get my writing published. Since Black Hymeneal seemed to be in limbo, I decided it was time I got over my fear of rejection and sent out submissions to the genre journals again. First however, I had to see what publications were accepting so I got on the Internet Speculative Fiction Database and Amazon and started looking at what was out there and who was being published. I have told this story elsewhere on here, but the end result was that I befriended weird poetry practitioner / advocates K.A. Opperman and Ashley Dioses, a/k/a the Dark Poetry Couple. They have both been very supportive and through my association with them I have met several other poets with whom I may commiserate and talk shop with, as well as editors who have helped me finally start the process of getting my writing into print. As I write, my poem Thalía is available in Spectral Realms #9; both Gargoyle and Morbidezza are slated to be featured in Spectral Realms #10, and My Bantam Black Fay is to be included in the collection from the members of Weird Poets Society.  Additionally, I have a handful of other pieces of poetry and prose in limbo, pending acceptation.

I feel privileged to have interacted with the likes of renowned editor S.T. Joshi and to have my writing appear in the same publication alongside esteemed poet / editor Donald Sydney-Fryer. The door has been opened and I need to work hard going forward to keep it that way. The next 6 months I believe will be critical in getting myself established within the world of weird poetry and prose. Fortunately, it looks as if I may finally be getting a new (used) laptop from my young cousin Justin and once that happens I’ll be able to do uninterrupted work on my writing as well as the manuscript for my long overdue collection.

Speaking of, I have decided that rather than do several smaller books I am going to do an all inclusive collection in two slim volumes. I plan to call the whole collection Manny’s Book of Shadows, and the first volume will consist of the first two poetry collections  I had in mind to publish: The Grimoire of the Dark Young, and Black Hymeneal. The second volume will consist of my remaining work that is fit to print. Both volumes will be limited edition to keep from creating any publication conflicts with my journal and book appearances. I of course plan to include any relevant illustrations or images I can find.

My friend Dick Kelly has been diligently working on my Krampus chapbook which is looking amazing. It will be called Greetings from Krampus and I am hopeful that it will be ready in time for Christmas. He calls or sends me weekly updates through Facebook, some of which I post on here. We plan on getting together soon for a chapbook assembling party. I will post more on that as things develop.

A slightly blurry snapshot of the rough draft of the handcrafted limited edition of Greetings from Krampus.

On a personal level I am pretty much where I was last year this time. I am still at my same job although I have been applying for other positions within the company. I finally have befriended a coworker though, my friend Thérèse, who did an awesome illustration for my story Nativity in Black, which shall be included in the second volume of the Manny’s Book of Shadows collection, which shall bear the subtitle of MiscellManny. I have begun talking again and making amends with my friend Hydroxia, although I think it’ll be a while before our friendship is completely restored to anything like it was in the best of times.

My roommate and I have renewed our lease for an extra 6 months, as I couldn’t afford a move and she hadn’t yet secured another place by the time our  lease was up, and as a consequence we had to allow them to do some renovations, which were a bit intrusive, but my roomie and I got through it. Now it should be relatively smooth sailing till Spring.




Goodbye 2017

Posted in 2017, Black Hymeneal, Krampus, Nativity in Black, Uncategorized, Year End Review with tags , , , , , on December 18, 2017 by Manuel Paul Arenas

Well,  December is almost over and 2017 has already got one foot out of the door. Unfortunately, it will just be yet another in a sequence of shitty years for me. For starters nothing has changed since my last year end update. Black Hymeneal is still in limbo, waiting to be published. I have revamped the original manuscript, made some changes in the selection of poems, and rewritten the introductions then sent the manuscript to my friend Denisse Montoya who is supposed to help me with the cover art and layout, but I do not have an ETA on that at present.

My buddy Dick Kelly got sidetracked and wasn’t able to complete the Krampus illustrations for our proposed chapbook, but we recently talked and he said he was getting back on it. Again, I am hopeful, but there is no ETA at present.

I have been writing more these days and actually was able to write a prose piece I had conceived of last year then shelved. It is called Nativity in Black and I debuted it at the Space 55 7 Minutes Under the Mistletoe on 12/15/17. I have recently requested a video of my performance which I may post on here once I receive it, if I can figure out how to do that. Perhaps Denisse can help me with that as well. I also have been working fairly regularly on two stories from my Helldorado series, however, what has kept me from completing them in a timely manner is that my tablet shit the bed back in April and I cannot afford to replace it so I have had to do my work at the library where my access is limited and there are multiple distractions and no privacy.

I am still at the caption job and still have yet to make a single friend. I hate some of the calls I have to dictate, most actually, but it pays the bill for now. I still long for the day when I can make my living off of my art.

Speaking of living, I may have to live somewhere else by the end of 2018. My landlords are raising the rent so I have renewed my lease for the last time then my roomie and I are parting ways. So now my future living situation is uncertain.

Without getting into the boring details, my personal life hasn’t changed either. I had hoped sometime in my 50th year things would look up for me in that department, but no such luck so far. Perhaps it’s just as well. If I should decide to leave Arizona at the end of 2018 I will only have to worry about myself and no one else.

If I had to live in AZ for the rest of my life, I had hoped to make a name for myself writing Southwestern Gothic Horror, with a Latin bent, but I would gladly give that up if I can leave the Southwest all together.  I am so unhappy here. I would love to return to my beloved New England, but I don’t think I can afford that. I also don’t relish being so far away from my family if anything happens. Perhaps the Northwest would work. I will have to weigh my options very soon.



Goodbye 2016, and Good Riddance!

Posted in 2016, Black Hymeneal, Dick Kelly, Gothilocks, Krampus, Michele Bledsoe, Year End Review, year in review with tags , , , , , , , on December 25, 2016 by Manuel Paul Arenas
Goodbye 2016, and Good Riddance! It may be a bit early yet to be assessing the past 12 months, but I don’t foresee much of any consequence happening between then and now. 2016 was to be a year of promise, a year for turning things around. Instead, I spent most of the year coasting and waiting for change to happen. I had planned to complete and publish my book, “Black Hymeneal”, but made very little progress at all, despite the help of a few good friends, while several of my colleagues from the local poetry scene put out their 2nd or 3rd books. I was going to go back and finish up some of the many unfinished works I have floundering in limbo, but I only managed to finish one, and added several more works to the unfinished pile. In fact, I wrote very little this year. Aside from my journal, which I write in almost every day, and some odd lines of doggerel, I did very little writing despite having some genuinely good ideas. I fear that I cannot rightly call myself a writer anymore because I do not write.
As I have mentioned before, I suffer from anxiety and depression, which holds me back from doing the things I love. I do see a counselor, which helps, but I am loathe to take medication because of the adverse side effects. I also fear it might block the creative juices. I may have to rethink that though, because I don’t know how much time I have and I have too much unfinished business to attend to before I go and I can’t let my anxiety hold me back.
This year, despite my anxiety, I took a leap of faith and on a tip from a friend left my bookstore job to work at a local mortuary. I was a “removal technician” for 3 weeks. My job was to pick up “decedents” from wherever they might be (hospitals, hospices, and even private residences) and transport them to a care facility for processing before they go on to their final destination. It is not an easy job by any stretch of the imagination, and I respect the folks who can do it without the repercussions I faced. The physical demands alone were intense, even with tricks and tools of the trade, and I was often in serious pain after one of my 4 weekly 10 hour shifts.
What got me, however, was the human factor. I thought that with my interest in funerary ritual and with the right attitude, I could make a career out of this job. What I didn’t count on was my empathy. I couldn’t deal with the grieving families or even the people who died alone with no one around to send them off into the great abyss. I would look at the pathetic husks of human remains and think, “Is this all we are?”
I would obsess all day over this before my graveyard shift of 7 pm to 5 am. Many times I would worry about losing my loved ones, like the time I picked up someone at a hospital morgue with the same exact name as someone from my extended family. I knew it wasn’t them, but it made me think about when I would have to pick up someone I knew. I thought a lot about my own mortality, and would have panic attacks.
Worst of all, I dreaded picking up dead children and messy cadavers, which they called “nasties”. As part of my training I was taken to the “decomp” cooler where they kept corpses in advance states of decay, or messy bodies, like gnarly accident or murder victims, so that I could accustom myself to the sights and smells. It wasn’t too bad, something like looking at a gruesome picture of a crime scene or a horror film, but I didn’t have to touch them, like I would on a run. And then there was the smell…
The smell of death, a distinct pungent smell unlike anything else, began to follow me everywhere I went, even to places it could not possibly be, and whenever I talked about my new job with friends, I would break down in tears. In desperation to save my situation from getting worse, I lit a votive candle with the image of the Santa Muerte and implored Her to help me to find the courage and strength to take on this sacred task of helping the dead in their last voyage, but to no avail.
An Internet stock photo of the vela I used. I got mine from a local Frys supermarket of all places.

An Internet stock photo of the vela I used. I got mine from a local Frys supermarket of all places.

After 3 weeks of this, I quit. I had informed them of the possibility of me leaving a week prior, but when I did it was overnight. I had other reasons for wanting to go so suddenly, like how I didn’t fit in with my colleagues, and felt like they weren’t helping me get trained properly before they tried sending me off on my own, but really, the main reason was Thanatophobia a/k/a “Death Anxiety”. Anyone whom has read my poetry, especially such pieces as “Moribond” or even my beloved “Black Hymeneal”, knows my obsession with, and fear of, death. I thought I could use this job to help get past it, but it only intensified it.
The next few weeks were spent applying for jobs and trying not to spend too much money. I finally got a job working at a company that does closed captioning phone service for the hard of hearing. I haven’t started yet, but I am hopeful it will work out.
Twice in recent months I have had family members warn me of becoming bitter. I admit, I am not as hopeful as I have been in the past, and I have developed some negatively fatalistic attitudes about my life, in particular where my love life is concerned, but I don’t think I am quite there just yet.
Speaking of my love life, there is nothing going on there, which has surprised the heck out of me. I thought that within 6 months or so, I would be over my last amorous fiasco and finding solace with someone who would be less judgmental of me and more willing to settle down. Boy, was I wrong. I haven’t met anyone else in over a year with whom I would feel even a little compatible. That’s not to say that I haven’t met people I’ve liked, they just were not available to me or would have been unwise choices to get involved with. With my 50th birthday coming next summer, I fear that I may have to accept the fact that whatever time I have left in this life will be spent alone.
Perhaps this is for the better. I have heard a few times lately that attachments make one vulnerable and distracted. I need to stay focused if I hope to finish all the work I have planned for next year.
I also have family around me, who love me, and a handful of good friends, and that is what gets me through the day. I have come to realize that in this all too brief life of uncertainty and misery that is the only thing that matters.
Etching by artist Dick Kelly for an upcoming illustrated edition of my Krampus poem.

Etching by artist Dick Kelly for an upcoming illustrated edition of my Krampus poem.

On a final note, I am working on putting together a chapbook of my poem “Gruss vom Krampus” with the help of my good friend, artist Dick Kelly. The illustrations he has done already are amazing, and I cannot wait to see how it all fits together. If it goes well, and if we can recover some of the costs in printing it through sales, I am hoping to make more like it; perhaps a story this time, like “Gothilocks”. We’ll see.
Photo os me with my new hair cut, holding the card I made with the help of a very talented friend, for my parent's th anniversary.

Photo of me with my new hair cut, holding the card I made with the help of a very talented friend, for my parent’s 50th anniversary.

PS: I cut my hair, which I hadn’t done for 7 years, and I like the way it looks. Surprisingly, I look a bit younger, and although I’m still spending my nights alone, it has garnered me a bit more attention from the ladies than previously. Looking towards the future, let’s hope it’s brighter and better than 2016.
P.P.S.: I still intend to publish an e-book version of “Black Hymeneal” with alternate cover art and no illustrations just to get it out there into the world. Eventually, however, I hope to put out the version I originally planned featuring the amazing artwork of my good friend artist Michele Bledsoe.

Goodbye 2015

Posted in 2015, Planet Poe, Year End Review with tags , , , , , on January 1, 2016 by Manuel Paul Arenas

2015 was an odd year for me. Some very big things came up, but never quite came to fruition as it were. Most of my accomplishments and failures revolved around my book, “Black Hymeneal”.

With the help and guidance of my good friend Michele Bledsoe, I put together the content and layout for the book, which I had been talking about making for twenty years or so. We arranged to have the fund raiser, through Indiegogo, but didn’t even come close to reaching our goal of $2,000. Now, we are changing our original plans and seeing how we can cut costs and use the money we do have. It will still be published, it just won’t be the hardcover art book I hoped it would be, and it may take longer than I’d hoped to get it done.


Michele Bledsoe’s portrait of me for the “Black Hymeneal” book cover.

Michele is looking into other options, even electronic, which might get us more distribution and still allow us to use our collected funds for a few books for the folks who contributed to the fundraiser. A new goal for 2016, I guess…

come hither.jpg

“Come hither, my little darkling…” one of the many great pics from the Black Hymeneal photo-shoot by Hydroxia.

Also associated with “Black Hymeneal” was when I asked my good friend Hydroxia to do a photo-shoot promoting the book. In our travels to find the appropriate props and costume for the shoot, we realized that we had a strong connection, which blossomed into a very promising relationship, which unfortunately went awry and eventually imploded. As fraught with drama and high emotion as it was, however,this proved to be the closest I have come to a real reciprocated love relationship. I acknowledge that my inexperience in such things, added to my social anxiety,  probably sparked my friend’s misgivings about the whole affair, which translated into her slowly but surely pushing me away until I couldn’t deal with it and hastily put an official end to everything; but I still feel that not all blame should fall on me, as she was a bit impatient with me and also did not follow through on many heavy proclamations she made at the start of things, which gave me expectations that I fret over (perhaps too much, admittedly) when not realized. Even so, there’s no use crying over spilled milk as they say. What’s done is done and if I had my druthers now, I would have forgone the failed romance to save the friendship. She is a smart, beautiful, talented, fun, young lady and I miss her terribly.


Me and Hydroxia at the Planet Poe show in May of 2015.

In my attempt to process what I was feeling, I tried to write some poetry about it. However, the memories hurt too much for me to get much done, so all I have are fragments of poem ideas which I shall share at the end of this post. The only good which I consider having come from this is that I have some great photos, some great memories, and now know what not to do or say to a prospective partner if and when I get another chance at love.

Part the Second

Drummer Geoff Chse’s cover art for the follow-up Dark Young album, “Part the Second”, featuring a Posada print.

2015 was also the year that my old band the Dark Young finally released the long-awaited follow-up to our 1994 debut album. It is composed of recordings made in several different countries over 20 plus years, and it sounds at home along side of the original album. I wish we could have had a reunion gig to promote it, but we all live in different states now and our saxophonist lives in India at the moment, so that wouldn’t be practical.

Last, but not least, 2015 was the year I joined the Planet Poe theatrical troupe, run by Robert X. Planet, and which specializes in dramatic recitals of various works by Edgar Allan Poe. I have done two shows so far, and have enjoyed it immensely. I love the work and my companions are wonderful people, from whom I have learned a lot about the art of acting. We have plans to do another show in the Spring, so keep an eye out for more news on that in the future.

A snapshot of me, in costume, with the skeleton prop from "The Oval Portrait", taken by fellow troupe member, Joy.

A snapshot of me, in costume, with the skeleton prop from “The Oval Portrait”, taken by fellow troupe member, Joy.

Anyway, I did not quite meet my goals for 2015, but I got close and learned a lot. Hopefully 2016 will prove to be the year I finally realize some of these dreams. I wish you all much joy and prosperity in 2016. See you all next year!

As promised, here are the fragments for Hydroxia: