Beth W. Patterson was a full-time musician for over two decades before diving into the world of writing, a process she describes as “fleeing the circus to join the zoo”. She is the author of the books Mongrels and Misfits, and The Wild Harmonic, and a contributing writer to over forty anthologies.

Patterson has performed in nineteen countries, expanding her perspective as she goes. Her playing appears on over a hundred and ninety albums, soundtracks, videos, commercials, and voice-overs (including seven solo albums of her own).

She lives in New Orleans, Louisiana with her husband Josh Paxton, jazz pianist extraordinaire.

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Infinity Mirror

by Beth W. Patterson   Why is the flora on my family’s land suddenly so much thicker? The sharp cry of a baby freezes me in my tracks. If someone abandoned a child, I have to make sure that it doesn’t die. Wriggling on a bed of ferns is an infant girl. But the most […]

Dunwich Desires

by Beth W. Patterson   “Looks aren’t everything” is sometimes the kindest thing a person feels he or she can say. Society deemed me deformed and inbred, horrified by my colour. I often walked through thunderstorms for company. It took that special someone to desire me, but Yog-Sothoth was not the normal lover. I thought […]

Blaster of Puppets

by Beth W. Patterson   “What’s wrong? Did your sense of humour dump you too?” I was too preoccupied with my skinned knees and bleeding palms to answer Jason. Portia, his ex for whom he’d left me, continued her annoying hyena laugh. I slowly rose from the pavement to face him. “Not at all,” I […]

Beth W. Patterson

Beth W. Patterson was a full-time musician for over two decades before diving into the world of writing, a process she describes as “fleeing the circus to join the zoo”. She is the author of the books Mongrels and Misfits, and The Wild Harmonic, and a contributing writer to over forty anthologies.

Nodes and Modes

by Beth W. Patterson   There was no sound in space, but she felt the music of the spheres with her whole body. The starship had been programmed with pre-recorded songs to break the tedium. But she pined for live music, even more than she missed green grass beneath her feet, a crisp breeze, or […]