david james keaton
“It is the green-ey’d monster, which doth mock.” -Iago The special nipples-and-tattoos edition of Needle is out, and I burned through this thing in about a week. So much good crime fiction in here, and I’ll try to hit on… (Read more)
So, I have a story in the debut issue of Pulp Modern, brainchild of Alec Cizak (author of the boiled-hard, futuristic Manifesto Destination), and since most stories usually end up different from where they started, I wanted to try to get… (Read more)
First off, don’t say the word “gun” too many times or it sounds all wrong, so I apologize for what will follow. Second, I feel bad that in an earlier post I referred to my cop-killing opus as some kind of experiment. That… (Read more)
I was awful excited to finally publish a story in a format I could hold in my hand, so indulge as I indulge, please. So, there I am eating some breakfast and looking at the sweet new cover of the… (Read more)
So, I thought I’d test-drive this thing by babbling about how I got the idea for my story “Nine Cops Killed For a Goldfish Cracker” (found in the new dark crime anthology The Death Panel up there) because I can’t wait forever… (Read more)
While this website is being built by cats with thumbs and other creatures, I can still be contacted at davidjameskeaton[at]gmail.com. Don’t strut too close to our crew or they will whistle and lose their concentration…