“Being an exile, Jee discovered, meant freedom.”
This episode features an excerpt from T.M. Camp’s soon-to-be-released book “The Cradle“.
“Sometimes I sit and wonder if any of it really happened. There’s no one who would believe me if I told them anyway.”
Digging deep into the past, this episode features one of T.M. Camp’s earliest stories. Please note: This episode is available for audio only.
“Lots of people can put words together, make sentences, communicate their thoughts. Fine.
But Writers are different.”
In this episode, we listen in on a speech T.M. Camp recently gave on the subject of Strange Things He Believes About Writing.
“Press your hands down flat
against your tombstone desk
hold your future back
like the rest”
A special all music episode featuring collaborations between T.M. Camp and those cool kids from Genius Car.
“I swear I, I could have sworn I saw something out there. Huge wings, must have had a wingspan as big as the car. I absolutely thought it was coming right through the windshield.”
In our thirteenth episode, we tag along on a late night car ride with Walter and Charlie.
“Marshall could feel the bands of heat rippling through the air around him. A trailer. An aluminum trailer. In West Texas. In August. For six weeks he’d been trying to figure out what in God’s name had brought him here.”
In this twelfth episode (count ‘em if you don’t believe me), we get a sneak peek at some early sections of T.M. Camp’s next novel “Pantheon”.
This episode has some of that “language” you hear so much about these days. Parental discretion is advised. Unless your kids already have a passing familiarity with the swears, of course.
“And there’s always a woman. Sometimes she’s wearing a party dress, sometimes it’s just a nightgown.”
Just in time for Halloween, a ghost story that may or may not be true. Again.
“The hate comes to me in the darkness. Never fear.”
Spend a little quality time in a (very) enclosed space. Bring your anxiety pills.
“The Devil’s feet were sleek and dark. His lap bulged when he shifted on the barstool next to her.”
In which we spend a little time with an old friend, in two of his lesser-know incarnations.
“Gaines was a stout man…”
In which pretty much everything that can go wrong does go wrong. On the plus side, a fat man finds love.
“On the bright side of the moon, I wake…”
In which we take a trip to the moon together.
“No, I believe in more than gods now.”
Songs of beetles, songs of wheels.
“Once, long ago, there must have been a fire.”
Nothing makes the Holidays complete like a good old fashioned ghost story.
“Maybe it’s wrong to ask for magic.”
“Memories, stories told around the family, heirlooms.”
Sometimes the best stories we have to tell are the ones we get from our families. Sometimes they’re the only ones we have to tell . . . and, either way, we have to tell them.
“There is no food in this house, there is nothing wholesome in this dead place.”
Just in time for Halloween, T.M. shares a few spooky stories with us . . . and true ones, at that.
“She didn’t know he was The Devil until their wedding day, when all the demons came to church.
In our inaugural episode, we find out what happens when The Devil decides to go a-courting.