“Hope Diamond” by Charles Rammelkamp
POETRY: “Richie died before she got out, / but he’d have been proud, five years / after Beldini went to prison….”
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Retreats from Oblivion: The Journal of NoirCon
Noir, crime, and mystery short stories, scholarship, and so much more
POETRY: “Richie died before she got out, / but he’d have been proud, five years / after Beldini went to prison….”
Read More “Hope Diamond” by Charles RammelkampBLOGS: “A new collection featuring stories and poems in the tradition of Nosferatu and other silent expressionist classics….”
Read More New Collection Becoming Nosferatu Features Noir, Horror, and SF/FantasyPOETRY: “She or her assistant or the AI program / or whoever responded to my comments / made no insinuations….”
Read More “Hey Baby” by Charles RammelkampPOETRY: “I snicker now, the announcement of the Nobel Prize Chemistry Award winners having jogged my memory, as I hobble behind my aluminum walker…. “
Read More “The Purple Pit Cigarette Girl” by Charles RammelkampPOETRY: “The face that launched a thousand anti-sub sorties,” / Grandad quipped, and Grandma rolled her eyes….”
Read More “The Dance of the Bashful Bride” by Charles RammelkampPOETRY: “No doubt about it, a real moneymaker…. Of course it was going to burn.”
Read More “Le Roi de la Porno” by Charles RammelkampPOETRY: “goading him to take his life, / Lola claimed it was free speech….”
Read More “Charged with Manslaughter in Her Boyfriend’s Suicide” by Charles RammelkampShe gave into temptation…. It was difficult for me to breath. The guy I bought my dope from when I was in grad school in Boston lived on the fourth floor of the brownstone where my Notes-from-Underground basement studio was. Ralph owned a Doberman Pinscher named Mahogany, a sleek, athletic-looking animal, always at Ralph’s heel, […]
Read More “Training” by Charles Rammelkamp“Feem nwah,” Larry muttered, as if uttering sacred words, his tone hushed, as though in a church – or in a movie theater. A lonely middle-aged guy who spent his evenings alone in the repertory cinemas in Coolidge Corner or Harvard Square, Larry fashioned a purpose from his hobby, a cult for one, conjuring metaphysics […]
Read More “Noir” by Charles Rammelkamp“I mean, I know her from the neighborhood,” the woman in the manager’s kiosk at the supermarket said to the lady on the other side of the counter. “But I don’t know know her.” I was loitering by the freezer with the weekly frozen food deals. Stouffer’s Frozen French Bread Pizza, Healthy Choice Grilled […]
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