Daniel Verastiqui

Now Available: Brigham Plaza

In the midst of one of the most nightmarish years in my lifetime, I am releasing a new book. If I were a patient man, I would have waited, maybe a year or two (or four, depending), before interrupting stories...

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A very foggy morning on my friend's farm near Chehalis, Washington.  He had many horses and was always checking his fence for damage.

Flashes from the Verse: Sunday Morning Tremors

At first, Clyde thought it was just the weather, something about the barometric pressure dropping as a storm slid down over the mountains. The gray clouds brought only a fine mist, but they blanketed the land, cutting...

Thursday Roundup 8/20

In today's Thursday Roundup, we look at the things keeping me from falling too deeply into the soft arms of insanity. Who knew when we closed our doors five months ago that we'd still be standing at our windows wishing...

Come Closer by Sara Gran: The Sarcastiqui Review

I was doom-scrolling Twitter the other day and like a sudden ray of light through a storm, I saw an ad for Sara Gran's Come Closer. Normally, I don't pay attention to book ads on Twitter, but this one came with a quote...

Conversations With Matador

Scene: Kitchen at sunrise. Smell of bread warming in the toaster. Rebecca Black’s “Friday” playing un-ironically on the Amazon Echo. A wubanub sails through the air and lands at the feet of Daniel (D). Matador, still in...

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