Interviewed on NPR’s Dante’s Old South

I was honored to be interviewed on NPR’s Dante’s Old South in late April. This eclectic radio show is based out of WUTC in Chattanooga, Tennessee and hosted by Clifford Brooks and Richard Winham. My interview and reading are around the 50 minute mark, but I encourage you to listen to the entire show for…

Lost footage found from a 1932 expedition

Thomas J. Callahan – the chap who wrote the appendices to ‘Alexandria Rising’ – found this lost film footage today from an ill-fated 1932 dig for the Slendoc Meridian.

The Wasteland and Alexandria Reborn

Was T.S. Eliot aware of the existence of The Slendoc Meridian? Lux? Where is the red rock? What will Rand find there? Who is Waterstone? This passage above from, “The Wasteland” appears at the front of Alexandria Reborn. But why? What is the correlation between this passage of The Wasteland and the book? Click for…

Interviewed on A Taste Of Ink

I was honored to be recently interviewed  by C. Stene Duckworth on her podcast A Taste Of Ink. We talked for almost an hour and covered a variety of topics, including The Alexandria Rising Chronicles, the writing process, inspiration and even my non fiction books. You can listen to the interview here. Mark Wallace Maguire Mark…

The story behind Alexandria Rising Rhythms

What is Alexandria Rising Rhythms?  >>>It is instrumental music inspired by the novel Alexandria Rising. >>> It is a unique album as it was written, recorded and mixed in four cities  spanning thousands of miles apart during a 10-month span. >>>It has drawn comparisons to soundtrack music, ambient music and psychedelic rock and broke new…

What’s in a name? Meet Rhodes

Ron and I were exchanging jokes on the loading dock at the newspaper, the smell of newsprint and fresh ink creased the air. It was winter 2017 and the breeze caught the blue smoke from his cigarette and whisped it across the street where it scattered and dissipated over the muddy park. As usual, our…

The mysterious Mary Celest…and what might be next

  The doors leisurely opened and a tall, willowy woman, her skin the color of cinnamon glided out, braids of silver hair dangling regally down her neck. She wore a long silk dress, the hue of a pale morning sky. Despite the heat, a royal blue shawl adorned her shoulders.  “My friend,” she said in…