Every early summer, I start to pine for the Dungeness Spit. For those who aren’t familiar, this narrow band of rocky sand is the longest spit in the United States, about five miles long, stretching into the Strait of Juan de Fuca, part of the Salish Sea. I reside one scenic-hour drive from this special…
Greetings, Spring. Here in name and date, yet you still hunker, hail dropping like small, felled birds from my blue sky. But I will greet you anyway, because I love you, and I want you to be here. In Volume 4, Issue 2 of Club Plum, the ones we love are often out of reach.…
I wish I could introduce this year’s Literary Horror issue, Volume 3, Issue 4 of Club Plum, with something light, paying homage to breath-stopping make-believe horrors that entertain or instruct, or nodding to wondrous non-horror works, bringing it full circle to this issue. But we are in the midst of real horror that I must…
