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.

Almost there

ship-cover-detailA quick update on the poetry book: We’re in the proofing stage. There were some hiccups with the printer in regard to the cover, but it looks like things are figured out now. I’m awaiting one final proof copy, which I expect will come out just right. At that point, we’ll be all set to go to press.

All of this is just to say: If you’re going to order the book, do so now to save a buck while it’s still a preorder at the discounted price ($9 versus $10 once it goes to print). I don’t know how soon after the proof is approved that Epic Rites actually prints the books, but they tend to move fast.

PS: I should have a very limited number of copies available straight from me that I could sign for you, draw obscene pictures in, etc. More details on this here.

Get your wallet ready

shipMy new collection of poems, The Ship is Sinking, is coming out soon from Epic Rites Press. It’s now officially available for preorder.

So…you should buy it. Maybe a couple copies. One for each room of your house. It’s only nine bucks right now–you can save a dollar by ordering before it’s released, which should be sometime this summer.

Some details: 54 pages. 32 poems, 19 or 20 that have never appeared anywhere, ain’t-never-been-seen-before.

And sweet baby Jesus, look at that cover! That’s the work of Julie Michelle Sparenberg, and I can’t thank her enough. We all judge books by their covers, so I’m glad as hell Wolfgang Carstens of Epic Rites got her to do this one!

More information coming soon. But grab your copy now!

Still up the river

utrWay back last summer, I posted something about Up the River, the new magazine put out by Albany Poets. At the time, the physical magazine hadn’t been published yet, but you could read my two pieces online.

Since then, the print magazine came out. It’s been a while, but I only recently got my hands on a copy. You can order yours here or here, or, if you’re local, just try getting it at one of the many open mics running in the area.

“Matt,” you might say. “Nearly the entire contents of this magazine are available on the internets, for free. Including both of your poems. Why would I spend my money on a print copy?”

Well, for one, it’s prettier in person. There’s a lot of art and photography in the print copy that never made it online. And reading things on paper is nicer than on a computer screen, I’d say. On the other hand, I should have a book of poems coming out later this year, so maybe you should save your ten bucks. I guess you’ll have to decide for yourself.

“Matt,” you might also say. “Is this post just an excuse to put up another picture of your daughter holding some magazine?”

Well, yes. Yes it is.

Your Impossible Voice

A fiction piece of mine was included in the latest issue of Your Impossible Voice.

Your Impossible Voice is a fairly new magazine (this is only issue three) that has already been putting out some great stuff. This issue is no exception–my story is in great company. You can order a print copy here, and it’s also available in a whole slew of different e-reader versions for those of you with fancy tablet-type things.

My piece in there is called “The Doppler,” and it’s kinda weird. The folks there asked me to record myself reading it for the website, and I learned one important lesson from my attempt at this: Good lord, I’m glad I don’t actually have to hear myself talk on a regular basis. They almost had to rename the magazine Your Annoying Voice. Yeesh.

Jessica Christ

A short fiction piece called “Jessica Christ” is up today at Thickjam, a home for stories that are “substantial, sticky, and hard to rub off.” *

This one’s got stigmata, the second coming, a couple jokes, and the potential to either offend or entertain. Or maybe both. That would be cool.

Anyway, give it a try.

* (That’s what she said.)

EDIT: Looks like Thickjam is no longer a site. I’ll check in about this sometime…

Lummox #2

The newest issue of the Lummox journal landed in my mailbox this week, and it’s a big one. It offers poems from over 170 writers this time around, plus a slew of interviews and essays. I’ve barely made a dent in the thing myself, but so far it’s a great read. RD Armstrong, the editor, put a hell of a lot of work into this.

There’s stuff in there from favorites of mine like Frank Reardon, Alan Catlin, RL Raymond, April Michelle Bratten, Rob Plath… Oh, and I’m in there too, did you guess? My piece is called “You Remind Me of Philadelphia,” reminiscing about the day my car stereo got stolen (along with my copy of The Queen is Dead by The Smiths). That was a bummer.

Head on over to the Lummox Press website and order your copy now! And if you missed it, consider picking up a copy of #1, which came out last year. And maybe some of the other titles from Lummox Press. They’ve put out some good stuff–if you don’t like Henry Denander’s The Accidental Navigator, well, I’m not sure we can be best friends anymore.

Kafka, Lou Reed, and my greatest academic achievement

You can find me over at Headlock Press once again, now with a poem called “My Best Work Yet.” It’s a 100% true story from my college days. I don’t usually bother pointing out when stuff I’ve written is “true” or not (most of it isn’t), but this one seems to merit a special note.

This piece also has the distinction of being the second poem of mine in a row over at HP that mentions dearly departed Lou Reed, for what that’s worth.