PHOTOS: Henry Rollins, Lucian Perkins, Alec MacKaye at SOLD OUT Hard Art, DC 1979 DC launch

Photos from Hard Art, DC 1979‘s DC launch event at Politics and Prose!

“Plowed” by Stephen D. Rogers

The wipers groaned as the snow fell wet and heavy, slushballs exploding on the windshield like multiple exit wounds.

The day couldn’t be more perfect.

Hunched over the wheel, Michael squinted through the chaos to the road ahead, adjusting his course to follow the trenches dug by larger vehicles.

He would finally see his father. His father would finally see him . . .

“A User’s Guide to Keeping Your Kills Fresh” by Ted Anthony (from Staten Island Noir)

Now and then, there are moments in a man’s life that offer up complete clarity. They’re rare, and rarer still is the ability to recognize them. It is only the truly intelligent, self-aware man who finds himself in a moment of clarity and actually sees it for what it is—and moves forward in a productive way.

Manny Antonio was not that kind of man . . .

Delhi Noir Editor Hirsh Sawhney Interviews Anthony C. Winkler on The Family Mansion

To celebrate the release of The Family Mansion, Hirsh Sawhney asks Anthony C. Winkler about his writing process; what he thinks should be required reading for people interested in the Caribbean; and why writing screenplays is so different than writing a novel.

May Digit and a Kindle Daily Deal

This month, we’ve released three spectacular novels—Every Boy Should Have a Man by Preston L. Allen, The Family Mansion by Anthony C. Winkler, and the second novel in our Open Lens imprint: The Roving Tree, by Elsie Augustave. We’ve excerpted all three books in our free May Digit, available available in mobi (for kindle) and epub formats.

“Lido Winter” by Maxim Jakubowski (from Venice Noir)

The vaporetto turns the bend.

You’ve seen it in countless paintings by Canaletto, Turner, and others, a thousand and one photographs and movies and TV documentaries, but still the eternal view unfolds like a slow-motion epiphany.

The Grand Canal in all its majesty. Canal Grande . . .

“Tomcat Beretta” by Patricia Powell (from Kingston Noir)

Mita landed in Kingston at three and instructed the cabby to take her to the Courtleigh . . . Knutsford Boulevard . . . New Kingston.

A slip of paper with the addresses and names was getting damp in her bra. She gazed out the window at the glittering sea, trying hard to relax, but it was impossible. The sea hugged the side of the flat smooth road for miles until it cut away from the sea altogether and became narrow and rutted and cars swerved dangerously past the meager little houses leaning shoulder to shoulder. Soon they were in the heart of midtown in slow-moving traffic, the sidewalks overflowing with people, and floors and floors of office windows climbing to the sky . . .

“Live for Today” by S.A. Solomon (from New Jersey Noir)

En route to her job at the morgue, Jinx walked on JFK Boulevard to the PATH station at Journal Square. It was hot for June, the evening cloud cover an airless ceiling pressing on the street. A grimy storefront diorama displayed mannequins behind plate glass, girls with bald heads and painted-on lashes, clad in cheap, thin dresses. They stood frail against the hard gray light. Commuters hustled by, indifferent to the girls’ orphaned gazes . . .