Welcome To A.F. Knott STORIES

Presented here are the 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 rolled out the J. Jupes two fer, Hairspray and Lighter, a depraved cross-genre Noir treatise concerning perils of objectification; along with Intersection Operator, a dystopian ghost story illustrated by Coates Walker. THEN sometimes next year, a surreal tale concerning a peculiar small town with its own cultural bound syndrome as well as a sequel to Hairspray: Cold Sale. Several excellent gritty novels have been submitted to Hekate. One or more will come to fruition over the next few years. I am thrilled and hope to contact more writers with the same degree of dedicated deprivation. Tom DiVenti’s The Baltimore Kid was fun as hell to put together as well as the cherished book of poetry from Idaho writer D. B. Tompsett. At present, the washboard is being raked and knee cymbals are clanking, doing anything to make ends meet: Trading cryptocurrency, care work, selling stickers, all desperate, desperate as Tashtego’s final hammering of 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 by Switchblade, 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. Our reward systems create barriers to authenticity which comes at a price. It shouldn’t. The challenge is to find a protected place to work. As some writer “once 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.

Oh, and with regard to writers, aside from my father's admonition not to become one, I relish that story of Jean Genet’s raison d’etre: 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, physician, carer and cryptocurrency trader. The litany represents nothing but job experience, not accumulated wisdom; but all the stories of skinned knees and cracked porcelain fell from those trees.  

Hekate Publishing is a labor of love.We are always on the look out for authentic writers and translators in passing through the (bloody) birth canal. Please submit.

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 the trepanned burr hole, characters and narrators covered in primordial brainstem matter, unreliable at best, begrudgingly familiar, or not.

The collages I'll mention as they resided here previously. They host a site of their own now, afknottcollage.com, although its kind of like a garden with overgrown weeds. Images are free, just credit them. The intent is to have the pieces accessible and always willing to barter - for another collage, a short story, or book review.  They're on Redbubble and Saatchi Art and Curioos, but all of those venues are futile. We had sold in parks and on the streets. It was nice to be outdoors. Collage for the sake of collage. . .



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.


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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. 

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Doctor Stories

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Stories of Mayhem

Collage Fiction

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