The eagle

Every winter, hundreds of bald eagles travel south down the Mississippi corridor to the open waters along the dams. Many of these dams are along the Iowa/Illinois border.

I’ve tried to put to words the things that make bald eagles majestic. Is it the golden beak? The contrast of head feathers with the chest and wing plumage? Or is it the seemingly effortless flight? In fiction, eagles have always been symbols of reverence, majesty, and spirituality. They are held above common things and places. So what makes them seem that way in real life, too?

Perhaps it is none of those things. Maybe it’s because when I see a bald eagle, it’s usually in clean, wild places.

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Lost Branch of the Silver – Bards and Sages Quarterly

My fantasy/horror tale “Lost Branch of the Silver” has been accepted for the October issue of Bards and Sages Quarterly.

This is probably one of the more Lovecraftian stories I have written. Lovecraft always did such an amazing job of body-snatching stories, and that influence is felt deeply in “Lost Branch of the Silver”.

Baird worked his way down the steep slope, going to all fours in order to reduce speed. The terrain was treacherous, and he was thankful for the numerous deadfalls and twisted trees which stopped his momentum. His father was right about one thing: Baird had never seen woods like these. It was as if each tree had been spun by brutal winds, each affected in its own space and set in ways that contradicted the other trees.

Krieger is up at Interstellar Fiction

Those of you interested in psychedelic mushrooms, protests, and corrupt governments may want to give it a read. Also, the fine folks at Interstellar Fiction fired a few questions at me.

The sun seared them, launching cavalcades of crooked and staggering pagan monsters down its shards, unfurling and unloading the energy upon the turbulent city. Rin heard faint moaning and elongated pronunciations in the wind, as if urging him on. He blinked, stopping the hallucination, which wasted no time in starting again. Or so he thought.

The Story of Silver the Grizzly Bear

Silver the grizzly bear waves hello. October 9, 2012:

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I’ve seen a lot of incredible things in my travels across the Rocky Mountains. But those travels always turn back to the Northern Rockies, from Grand Teton National Park to Glacier National Park. Why am I drawn there? Biodiversity. Abundance of lakes and rivers (they shame the southern Rockies in this context), valleys that are more prairie than dessert. The Northern Rockies contain almost all of the animals prior to European settlement. Yellowstone still has bison. Glacier still has wolverines. Both places still have the formidable grizzly.

I first saw Silver a few years ago in Glacier National Park. At that point she was a small cub (as small as grizzlies get I suppose). She was playing with her mother in a field of flowers, a royal blue lake as a backdrop. I remember how she put her paw on her mother’s rump as she check me out. Her distinct facial markings and chest pattern were hard to miss.

A year or so later I was sad to learn that her mother had become pregnant again, which is very rare while raising a cub. She chased Silver away. The good news is Silver had been taught well. She knows where and how to find food. She also ceaselessly follows her mother and new cub up and down the mountains. She wants to feed with them. She wants to play with them. Most of the time her mother growls at her and chases her off. But there are moments, there are scenes where her mother accepts Silver, and you can see mother, cub, and estranged, huge cub (Silver) grazing in close proximity on the same slope.

If Silver’s mom gets out of her sight, Silver will huff and panic and run in the direction she thinks she went. I guess you could call it abandonment anxiety or separation anxiety. Or maybe she just missed her mother in those rugged mountains. It broke my heart to watch her mother and the new cub sprint away from Silver as she was dozing off on a boulder. Silver woke, stood on her hind legs, sniffed the air, then huffed into a panic down the slope. Remarkably, her nose was so good she bounded off in the same direction her mother went, even though it was deep into a forest.

Silver also has young friend. His name is Choco, and he’s a pretty great swimmer. There was talk that perhaps Choco and Silver might den up over the winter.

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Stay tuned for more photos of Silver, Choco, and her mother. Will Silver find peace? Has she denned with Choco? Inquiring minds want to know, lol.

Uncommon Ally – Penumbra Magazine

It is with pleasure that I announce the sale of my short story “Uncommon Ally” to Penumbra Magazine. “Uncommon Ally” will appear in their May, 2013 Ocean issue. If you like your beaches post-apocalyptic and with a surf-carving dorsal fin, you may want to pick up a copy. According to Penumbra’s excellent editor, Celina Summers, competition for this was fierce. As fierce as a great white shark? Probably not. Celina also informed me this was Penumbra’s biggest issue yet. How fitting that the theme is a substance that covers 71% of the Earth’s surface.

The inspiration for this story came from finding shark teeth along the beaches of the east coast. Always fascinating for a young boy.

I’m very pleased with these last two acceptances. It’s been a rough winter-one of the roughest I can remember. Not to mention I started my winter in early October by camping in the Northern Rockies. I was eating off snowy picnic tables and boulders. But the weather isn’t exactly why things have been rough…more like sick or passing pets (Thor). Either way, we must forge ahead.

A few people have asked me for a photo of the office, and I suppose every writer should have an “I’m at work” photo, so here it is, beard and all. Thanks for reading, and here’s to a healthy, warm spring.

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