Discover Your Inner Philly Cheesesteak By Taking Our 12 Question Test

cheesesteakThought I’d try doing misleading, Buzzfeed-style headings again. How’s this one?

Anyway, a poem called “You Remind Me of Philadelphia,” about a stolen car stereo, is up at Headlock Press as of this weekend. It was first printed in Lummox a couple years ago, though it’s a little different now, I think.

Stay tuned for a few new things coming out early 2016.

Mixed bag at Headlock Press

A couple pieces I wrote went up at Headlock Press this week.

You can take a look at a story/prose poem thing I wrote around five million years ago. I had originally called it “Detective Story” but then a (now-defunct) online mag published it with the new title of “A Metaphor.” Fast-forward a few years, I show it to Paul Agostino, editor at HP, and he rechristens it “Creating Conflict.” I’m eager to see who renames it next.

That one’s followed by “Must be nice,” a poem from a while back.

The whole thing starts off with an excerpt from an email I sent to Paul recently. It includes my response to his new book, Appalachian Calculations. I see now how what I wrote reads almost like a book review, and you can take it as such. The book is non-fiction, a collection of short essays and anecdotes about Paul’s travels through small-town mountain country in North Carolina. Spoiler alert: It’s a good book, and worth the fifteen bucks it’ll cost you to get a copy.

This One Dad Arranged A Couple Dozen Words In Funny Lines And Called It A Poem, What Happens Next Is Crazy

Continuing the dumb Buzzfeed-style headlines. I’m enjoying myself, at least.

A very short new poem called “Let me hold on to this” went up on Red Fez just yesterday. It’s part of issue #78 for Red Fez, and I’m sharing space with some great folks like fellow Epic Rites Press author Zarina Zabrisky.

This isn’t the first time I’ve been in Red Fez: Check my “profile” which has links to the other stuff of mine that the Fez has published.

You Won’t Believe What Helen Keller And The 52-Hz Whale Do In This Video

whaleGonna try doing misleading Buzzfeed-style headlines like the above from now on. Enjoy that.

Anyway, I have a short story titled “Helen Keller in Reverse” in The Lonely Whale Memoir: An Anthology, which just came out from Chatsworth Press. My story is not about whales. Most of the book isn’t about whales. Instead, here’s what the jacket copy says:

Since 1989, the world has been following the heartbreaking journey of the Lonely Whale. For reasons unknown, he or she cannot speak the same language as other whales. Referred to by some as the 52-Hz Whale—because of its unique frequency of whale song—the Lonely Whale has been tracked roaming the oceans alone, listening in vain for a song that will never be returned.

The Lonely Whale Memoir gives voice to the unheard song within all of us, capturing themes and feelings sparked by the actual Lonely Whale. Through compelling stories and passionate poetry we will swim past the isolation that normally separates us and, for a moment, truly connect.

I just finished reading my copy of the book last night, and I highly recommend it. A lot of great stories and poems in there; among them, there’s one called “Neighborhood Watch” by a Courtney Bird that’s worth the price of admission alone, I think.

Looks like you can purchase a copy from Amazon, or straight from the publisher. Get your whale on.

Punk chapbooks

dreamsThis past summer, I mentioned something about the Punk Chapbook Subscription series being released by Epic Rites Press/Tree Killer Ink. The set of 14 no-frills, no-bullshit chapbooks has started arriving on doorsteps around the world–did you get yours?

My entry in the series is a creepy short fiction piece called The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of. It involves car accidents, transcription services, and The Maltese Falcon. As most stories do.

I’ve been tearing through my set of the chapbooks, and it’s a great collection. In particular, I thought Lawrence Gladeview’s Praying for a Spare and Janne Karlsson’s Street Life were fantastic, as were two other short fiction pieces, RD Armstrong’s Magic Fingers and Zarina Zabrisky’s The Beast Generation.

The full set of chapbooks is selling for $40 plus shipping, and is worth every penny. If your allowance won’t cover that, though, I’m offering a few copies of just my title here.

Punk Chapbook Series

dreamsA short story of mine is coming at you soon from Epic Rites Press: I’m included in the upcoming Punk Chapbook Series, a collection of short works by fourteen authors, available only by subscription.

I think this is going to be a great series. These are going to be black-and-white, old-school chapbooks offering, as editor Wolfgang Carstens put it, “No bells and fucking whistles.”

For your subscription money, you get a chapbook each from favorites of mine like Lawrence Gladeview, Misti Rainwater-Lites, Rob Plath…actually, you should just go check the page to see the whole list of writers. They’re all excellent. Plus, each chapbook features cover art by the talented/demented Janne Karlsson. See the cover for mine to the right.

My entry in the series is a single short story called “The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of” that’s a bit…different.

You can read more about the series and subscribe at the Epic Rites/Tree Killer Ink site. I might add, ahem, that Epic Rites is the same publisher that will soon be putting out that poetry collection of mine I might have mentioned a few too many times already. Why not order both?

Paper Tape Magazine

papertapelogoA story of mine went up a couple days ago at Paper Tape Magazine. This one is called “Flooding,” and it features high school kids, excessive hand washing, and the phrase “corpse-water.” What more could you ask for?

This is actually the second time I’ve mentioned Paper Tape here. Just about a year ago, editor Kristy Harding was kind enough to run “Still Warm from Satan,” a short fiction piece which, if nothing else, has one of my favorite titles I’ve come up with to date. What’s more, I may manage to get in PT again sometime soon, if I ever get my act together and send Kristy what I promised I’d send her. We shall see. For now, let’s just read this one.