Trusted (poetry)

•October 16, 2014 • Leave a Comment



My sweet, soft, ripe, bruised


Touched and taken from your

wide and low




Your broken skin tenderly kissed

Your sticky, sweet juices

offered up

to hungry lips

This moment, this

perfect bliss

this delicate

kitchen tryst


Your fuzzy surface penetrated

by unrepentant teeth

The sinking in, the sucking skin

The violently released


It Is Dark Here and I Hold Horror In My Hands…

•October 11, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Sumiko Saulson:

Catching up with Paula D Ashe

Originally posted on dust and shadow:

…the above is from an earlier draft of a published story. I couldn’t think of a good subject title, so I tried to find something ‘evocative’.

Anyway, I’m having a good writing year so far. I’m hesitant to say that because despite my humanism I can’t help but feel a little superstitious about the creation, reception, and publication of my work. I don’t want to jinx anything. However, three of my stories were published in JWK Fiction Best of Horror 2013; “Because You Watched”, “Bereft”, and “The Mother of All Monsters”.  It’s a huge honor to be recognized in any ‘best of’ collection, but particularly this one since many of the writers included are personal friends and favorite writers; Chantal Noordeloos, Lily Childs, James Ward Kirk, KZ Morano, Roger Cowin, and James S. Dorr.

I also had “All the Hellish Cruelties of Heaven”…

View original 89 more words

Happiness & Other Disease Book Trailer

•October 9, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Sumiko Saulson:

Take advantage of the sale on Lulu and pick up a print copy of Happiness and Other Disease before the official release date. It’s on sale for the next 5 days.

Originally posted on Happiness and Other Diseases:

Animated Book Trailer

Sale at Lulu

25% off ALL Print Books at Lulu! Wow! I bet you wish you could get a hardcopy or paperback of Happiness and Other Diseases.

Guess what? You CAN.

Direct Access only… before the release date!

Use Coupon Code EATYOUREGGS for the 25% off Discount through October 15th

Normally $9.99 now only $7.49! Paperback…/paperback/product-21839790.html

Normally $24.99, now only $18.75! Hardcover…/hardcover/product-21839804.html

View original

“Ashes and Coffee” release on Mocha Memoirs October 10

•October 6, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Deaths Cafe

I am happy to announced that the expected release date for my story “Ashes and Coffee” is October 10, on “Death’s Cafe”. “Death’s Cafe” is a series of single, novelette to novella length horror stories focusing on the themes of death and coffee.

It is my first stand-alone work with a publisher (other than myself). It is a part of the Death’s Cafe series. The gorgeous series cover art (seen below) is definitely a part of why I chose to write a story for the series. I am excited about the cover art for Ashes and Coffee – all of Mocha Memoir’s books seem to have gorgeous covers.

“Ashes and Coffee” is the story of a young homeless woman in Berkeley who discovers she is being stalked by death personified. Why is death following her, and what does he want?

Meet Author Sumiko Saulson, #109

•October 3, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Sumiko Saulson:

Thanks to Emz for profiling me on Horror Addicts today!

Originally posted on

Sumiko SaulsonThis week we have author Sumiko Saulson. Sumiko’s one talented chick! She has a new book, Happiness and Other Diseases, coming out this month, she is a brilliant journalist, artist, and also plays in a band. Talk about an urban Renaissance woman!

For #109, she brings us “I, Stammer (in Disbelief)”, a first person story about a misogynistic bus driver named Harold Stammer who just can’t believe how superstitious his family and friends are about the Craigslist Killer.

Let’s find out some more about Sumiko’s horror tastes.

HA:What was the spookiest night of your life?

I hate to admit it but, having post traumatic sleep disorder and bipolar disorder I’ve had a lot of spooky nights. It’s hard to pick out just one. But some of the scariest ones were around the time my grandmother died in 1980. We had just moved to Hawaii and there were a lot…

View original 552 more words

Guest Blog: Ghost(s) in Bones by Serena Toxicat

•October 2, 2014 • 1 Comment
Ghost in Bones cover

Ghost in Bones cover

Guest Blog by Serena Toxicat

My latest novel, Ghost(s) in Bones, is basically finished! Is an author ever really done?

And yes, I don’t know whether it will be Ghost or Ghosts. I wasn’t the only one.

The book’s got spirits and my usual metaphysical weirdness, and it’s got some very mundane craziness, which often requires more suspension of disbelief.

What is real? What is imagined? What only exists in those liminal spaces?

It’s a memoir-style work about a woman with Anorexia, but it could be a man, a girl, a boy, or anyone in between.

Anorexia does not discriminate.

Our protagonist’s name is Pallas, and she also struggles with bipolar, PTSD and a handful–or brain full–of other maladies.

It’s about trying to get some damned help in the US when one has no insurance and navigating a hostile system. I hope this book will prove useful in that regard.

As for the description of the illness, itself, it is not a how-to, but a cautionary tale.

I’ll leave you with some excerpts:

I enter a forest, it’s stark enough to see limbs hugging cold birch trunks. It knows that some of the sturdier trees are in peril, too, and does not know what to do. Its population bears no one shape or color, cannot be sexed.

I am a feature of this forest, withered, knobby. Some say I’m a dying reed and others claim it’s my kind that is going extinct — not because the disease that gnaws our bark, sap and soul is obsolescent — we are dwindling in numbers because it is killing us.
It. Kills. Us.


I am a complex willow of a woman. There are many things that I do and have, multiple interests, passions, loves and little plagues. They are branches extending from the core that I view as I.

When I try (and try and try) to fade out and become static, when even the skin of my face goes gray, writing my story feels somehow opulent. When I am utterly confounded that my heart is still beating, that my kidneys, liver, brain and muscles still function in spite of my every attempt to minimize and shed them, saying here I am can seem like an obscene riddle.

I don’t want this. It’s complex. I don’t want this. I want to hold on to this because I have to. I defend my disease, cover its tracks, put its needs before my own, erase it with recovery gestures over and over again.

I wait to die, impatiently. I couldn’t be this forthcoming if I expected to outlive this thing. The natural struggle to survive feels like a revolutionary act. Do I have it in me? I want to not be reincarnated, and fear I will be, anyway. I adore my cat and there are many people I love, but I hate being soldered to this earth. I am alarmed by the frequency of the word, “I,” already appearing on these pages. This is a letter to you, which I’m writing so you don’t become me.

I live in a place where, within the greater climate of the thin ideal, curvy is the desired state of femaleness. I don’t care and neither does my Anorexia, which I’ve dubbed, “The Beast.” I could be living on a ring of Saturn. I certainly feel spacey enough. While I now teeter on the line that divides desirably thin and freakishly skinny, not long ago I was simply scary.

Cover Redesign

•September 18, 2014 • 1 Comment

Sumiko Saulson:

The cover redesign :) #HappinessAndOtherDiseases

Originally posted on Happiness and Other Diseases:

Page_1Page_2Page_3Happiness 11

View original


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 2,153 other followers