Welcome To A.F. Knott STORIES

Presented here are ongoing writing and illustration projects. Ramonst, a southern-gothic child's tale of brutality, was published by Hekate in 2016 following a second edition of The Trainee.  Hekate, under its Orphan Paper label has as a two fer rolling out on the conveyor belt shortly: Hairspray and Lighter, a depraved cross-genre noir treatise concerning the perils of objectification, along with Intersection Operator, a dystopian ghost story illustrated by Coates Walker; and THEN a surreal tale concerning a peculiar small town with its own cultural bound syndrome. Several excellent gritty novels have been submitted to Hekate Publishing. One or more will, for certain, come to fruition over the next year: I am thrilled. A cherished book of poetry from Idaho writer D. B. Tompsett is the latest. At present, the washboard is being raked, the knee cymbals clanked, trying to keep time, trading cryptocurrency, doing care work, selling stickers and collage, anything to maintain homeostasis, as desperate as Tashtego’s final hammering in Moby Dick, catching the holy sea hawk:

“A sky-hawk that tauntingly had followed the main-truck downwards from its natural home among the stars, pecking at the flag, and incommoding Tashtego there; this bird now chanced to intercept its broad fluttering wing between the hammer and the wood; and simultaneously feeling that etherial thrill, the submerged savage beneath, in his death-gasp, kept his hammer frozen there; and so the bird of heaven, with archangelic shrieks, and his imperial beak thrust upwards, and his whole captive form folded in the flag of Ahab, went down with his ship. . . “

Recent short stories and flash fiction have been published or accepted by Shotgun Honey, Yellow Mama, Cowboy Jamboree, Mysterical e, 532, Apocrypha and Absractions and Dialogual.

Unseen coercion and hidden agenda is afoot; it pays, these days, to hold one's cards close to the chest, live simply and try to understand motivation in oneself and others as best one can.  Attention spans remain short and our reward systems create barriers to authenticity. Awareness and autonomy come at a price. The challenge is to find a protected place to do your work. As some writer said, at a certain point, even your friends won't be of much help. Everybody has to decide for themselves how much they are willing to give up, and whether it's worth it or not.

With regard to writers, aside from my father's admonition not to become one, I relish a story about Jean Genet: While imprisoned at Fresnes in 1942, he wrote Our Lady of the Flowers on brown paper issued to the inmates for the purpose of making bags. A guard confiscated his original manuscript and burned it. Who knows what the politics within Fresnes were at the time, but Genet managed to write it again. Imagine that. He showed it to Paul Valery, the poet, who was impressed but thought it should be destroyed due to inflammatory content. Genet smoked quite a bit.

In the early 1980s, I left college to work in Louisiana's offshore oil industry then, subsequently, as a parking lot attendant, lunch deliverer, thoroughbred handicapper, paper broker, cyclotron engineer, PET operator, and physician. The litany represents nothing but job experience ,not accumulated wisdom; but the stories, see, of skinned knees and cracked porcelain, fall from those trees.  

Hekate Publishing has certainly become a labor of love: Gold Classics are the means to share enjoyment of underappreciated books, particularly those relating to "The Uncanny,"  and make them available as cheaply as possible. We are always on the look out for authentic writers and translators. We are currently passing through the bloody birth canal and should be out shortly with the usual distressed wale.

The Tales of Mayhem are comprised of scenes scientists might observe within a level five containment cell, for instance, while transmogrification is taking place; a peek through a trepanned burr hole, the characters and narrators within covered in primordial brainstem matter, unreliable at best, yet begrudgingly familiar.

The collages I'll mention because they resided here previously. They host a site of their own now: afknottcollage.com. The intent is to have the pieces accessible, the prices negotiable or, no prices at all - Always willing to barter for something - another collage, a short story, a book review.  But the intent is to make extra money. They're on Redbubble and Saatchi Art and Curioos, all of them dubious sources of income. We sell in parks and on the streets. The activity comes in waves.



Hidden in the Mountains of East Tennessee, eleven-year-old Rodney goes about the business of being a boy during the summer of 1970. In the playground of his grandmother’s overgrown garden, he bears silent witness to the relentless cruelty of a teenage psychopath.


It's 1982. Rodney Pepper, a socially inept college drop-out, heads to New Orleans seeking to engulf himself in despair and abject misery in the belief this will lead him to Wisdom. . . As he looks for work and moves between dilapidated downtown rooming houses, he is preyed upon by agents of the city’s underworld and bears witness to ancient buccaneering atrocity. 


Doctor Stories

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Stories of Mayhem

Collage Fiction

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The Rodney Pepper Blog


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