Samuel Snoek-Brown Quotes
“One pit held the tangled severed legs of men, blood caked over kneecaps or shredded thigh muscle. Another pit held a confusion of forearms and hands. They were the graves of amputations – he’d seen them in the field, behind the surgical tent where the screams echoed long after their issuing mouths had closed unconscious.”
“The oaks along the ridge were writhing like tortured epileptics in the winds, and she could make out through the thick rain a cascade of water like a cataract come roiling down the inside slope toward her; a vast arching spray exploded bright against the dark sky as the Gulf slammed over the chenier.”
- Born: in Oklahoma City, The United States.
- Description: Samuel Snoek-Brown is the author of the story collection There Is No Other Way to Worship Them (Blue Cactus Press, 2018) as well as the fiction chapbooks Where There Is Ruin (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2016) and Box Cutters (sunnyoutside press, 2013), and the novel Hagridden (Columbus Press, 2014), for which he received a 2013 Oregon Literary Fellowship. His most recent book is the nonfiction chapbook There Are No False Alarms (Blue Cactus Press, 2020), an account of an active-shooter lockdown at a Pacific Northwest community college.
When he's not teaching college or writing fiction, he works for Jersey Devil Press. Occasionally he'll also show up online at snoekbrown.com. He lives with his librarian wife and their cat Brontë in the Pacific Northwest.