Biography of Michael Pendragon
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Michael Pendragon's short stories and poems have appeared in over 100 publications, including: Edgar: Digested Work, Fantasque, Ocular, The Dream Zone, Event Horizon, Pluto's Orchard, The Romantics Quarterly, The Catbird Seat, The Blue Lady, The Roswell Literary Review, Frisson, Voyage, Mindmares, Nasty Piece of Work, Monomyth, The Raintown Review, Enigmatic Tales, Morbid Curiosity, Lovecraft's Mystery Magazine, Terror Tales, Tales of the Grotesque & Arabesque, Lovecraft's Mystery Magazine and Masque Noir.
His stories utilize the conventions of the horror genre to explore the philosophical and, especially, the psychological aspects of the human condition. Themes of morality, death, loss, and remembrance figure prominently in his work. He finds the possibility that ghosts could exist far more frightening than any harm they might enact. He uses this possibility as a stepping stone to what he considers to be an even greater horror—the persistence of the soul after death.
While many of his tales contain supernatural elements, it is never clear if their reality extends beyond the protagonist's mind. Pendragon leaves ample cause to support both propositions and their ultimate reality is left to the readers' discretion.
There is also a strong undercurrent of morality running throughout his works, although his ethics are often of an arguably questionable nature. His self-absorbed, obsessive and/or solipsistic protagonists rarely question the justification of their acts, although the author will often reveal his own opinions of these through the general tone in which they are presented.
He is irreligious, often sacrilegious, but occasionally reveals strong sympathies toward Pantheism and Cabalism. Like many of the Romantic writers he admires, he may ultimately be included among what William Blake termed as 'the Devil's party'.
His poetry is often rhymed/metered and employs such devices as internal rhyme, alliteration and onomatopoeia. Death, loss, disillusionment, and decay are again his primary themes.
He is strongly influenced by Edgar A. Poe in both his poetry and prose, and he has sometimes been compared to him ('...heralded as the. Edgar A. Poe of the new millennium...', The Threepenny Review, No.80, Winter 2000, p27) .
He attended Jersey City State University (back when it was still a college) where he wrote, directed, and/or acted in several student films in the late 1980s–early 90s, and appeared in small roles in two of the campus' stage productions. He also wrote for the school paper, The Gothic Times, and edited their art and literary magazine Excalibur.
Pendragon was later the founding editor and publisher of a pair of literary journals: Penny Dreadful: Tales & Poems of Fantastic Terror, and Songs of Innocence & Experience. Stories and poems from both publications have received honorable mention in various editions of The Year's Best Fantasy & Horror, St. Martins Press, Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling, Eds. Both publications are currently on a more or less permanent hiatus.
He has also published several multi-author anthologies, including The Bible of Hell,2000, and There is Something in October,2005.
Michael Pendragon's Works:
Available at Amazon:
Into the Night: Collected Poems
Night Things: Short Stories
The Dead: Short Stories
Beyond the Veil: Short Stories
Much of Madness: Novel
Night Magick: Verse Drama
Out of Print:
Nightscapes: Short Stories
Michael Pendragon Poems
The Four Horsemen
Prancing proud, the horses come Hoofbeats loud sound thru the land Marching to an unseen drum Beaten by an unseen hand
Una Nox Dormienda
Into the solitude, breathlessly, willingly Into the quietude of Death's embrace Gently enfolding me, deathlessly stilling me Filling my spirit with visions of Grace
An unseen footstep on the stair The misty glow of moonless nights The shadow cast when no one's there A rustling drape, strange bluish lights
Blue are my lover's darkling eyes And her hair is the rarest gold Brown is the earth in which she lies Where the worm slithers blind and cold
Angel lute & cherub wing Hie thee to the one I love True love words I bid thee bring Softly to my heart's true love
I ride the shadows of the night Cast by the moonlit sky A darkling phantom cloaked from sight A stealthy promise of delight
Dark eyes embracing all the mysteries Which lovers whisper in the depths of night Gently expressing heartfelt fantasies Suppressed by daytime's Soul-exposing light
Blesséd be the Night of Death Blesséd too the gaping tomb Now the lost son journeyeth Homeward to his Mother's womb
Into The Night
Into the Night my thoughts are sped Into the realm of Dream After the sun's last rays have fled And all the stars do gleam
The Shadows rise, the Sun hath set The Stars burn pale and cold The Evening mist hangs damp and wet And I am growing old
Blesséd be the Night of Death
Blesséd too the gaping tomb
Now the lost son journeyeth
Homeward to his Mother's womb
Bounteous the Stygian vale
Sweet the draught from Lethe's bed
Beauteous thy cheek so pale
Gentil rest the newly dead