NEWS: Now everyone can check in

Gagged on pop culture, polluted by depression, comes Mantula! A special fiction series! NEWS: Don’t forget to check in to “Mantula’s Crappy Little Apartment” the next time you happen to be playing around on Facebook while visiting lovely Cottonwood, Arizona. Maybe you’re having drinks at the Chaparral Bar near downtown, or hooking up with someone on Tinder,Continue reading “NEWS: Now everyone can check in”

MANTULA Part Eleven: Touring the Crappy Apartment

We made our way up the wet stairs leading to my crappy little apartment with little incident. Monsoonal moisture pounded Cottonwood and we were both elated we’d soon escape the torrential downpour pelting the rundown Arizona city. I knew the front door would be locked. I always locked it. Even on a drinking binge, suchContinue reading “MANTULA Part Eleven: Touring the Crappy Apartment”

MANTULA Part Ten: Doug and Glenn cross the street

Rain fell in icy sheets the morning we escaped from the crazy woman’s house in Cottonwood. I could feel the monsoonal moisture seeping intomy body and creating a slick, watery layer between ManQuail and myself. Every drop that hit my body felt like an icy stinger shot from heaven itself. The downpour continued all morning,Continue reading “MANTULA Part Ten: Doug and Glenn cross the street”

MANTULA Part Nine: For Mature Readers

It had been a long time since I’d seen a beautiful woman take her clothes off. It had been so long that I had a difficult time remembering when exactly, but I remembered the feeling immediately, that sexual mix of shock of awe. Shame played a small part as well. Usually when a woman took herContinue reading “MANTULA Part Nine: For Mature Readers”

MANTULA Part Eight: To the ‘Wood’

I could feel the little passenger car vibrate under me as my stalker, who made me a bit nervous, drove the twenty-minute stretch between Cottonwood and the city of Sedona. I considered falling asleep for the ride,but my companion wouldn’t have it. Maybe he’d done so much meth in his human life that some ofContinue reading “MANTULA Part Eight: To the ‘Wood’”

MANTULA Part Seven: Not Quite a Carjacking

Gagged on pop culture, polluted by depression, comes Mantula! A special fiction series! My second day as a tarantula quickly turned out tobe just as weird as the first one. Here I sat in a meditation garden in Sedona, speaking telepathically with a former meth addict who was now a quail, about heading to myContinue reading “MANTULA Part Seven: Not Quite a Carjacking”

Mantula Part Six: ManQuail’s Backstory

Gagged on pop culture, polluted by depression, comes Mantula! A special fiction series! Besides figuring out how to speak telepathically, Glenn knew a thing or two about my predicament, which he shared, but didn’t seem as bothered by it as me. He’d been in the body of a quail for almost a year he toldContinue reading “Mantula Part Six: ManQuail’s Backstory”

Mantula Cardboard Figure Contest!

Win your very own handmade MANTULA cardboard figure. You could be one of four to get a Doug of your own by commenting below on what you would do if you woke up in the body of an eight-legged tarantula! Each cardboard Mantula comes with a letter from the man himself! Four winners will be drawnContinue reading “Mantula Cardboard Figure Contest!”


Gagged on pop culture, polluted by  depression, comes Mantula! A special fiction series!   Glenn seemed to have a much easier go of walking than I did. Maybe because the bird only had two legs to work with, like when he was a human, so it wasn’t difficult to get used to. I had eightContinue reading “MANTULA PART FIVE: It Is What It Is”

Mantula Part Four: A Quail on Meth

Gagged on pop culture, polluted by depression, comes Mantula! A special fiction series! Since waking up in the body of an ugly, hairy tarantula earlier today, my life has gone from weird to just plain insane. If being a large arachnid wasn’t bad enough, my goal of “doing something else” – which meant springing toContinue reading “Mantula Part Four: A Quail on Meth”