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@lo-fidelity here

felt strange.
listened to joy division.
made a conscious decision
decided 90% of independent music is not independent
or original
felt less strange.
still strange.
looked-up the background behind joy division's name.
googled 'freudenabteilung'

felt strange.

feeling stranger.

i killed gwyneth paltrow.

steven j. mcdermott reviews my story "che guevara" which appeared in STORYGLOSSIA 34 HERE

anne valente interviews me about my story HERE. she asks me about my "literary-style" and my "revision process" and other "conscious choices." i make an attempt to not sound like an asshole. i fail.

i have a new story appearing today in the legendary HERE in which i make a "conscious choice" to sound like an asshole. i succeed.

i received my contributor's copy of pear noir #2 a few days ago. i wanted to read through it a few times before i wrote anything about it. i liked it. i was full of people who - i suppose - i can describe as 'blog-friends' who i may or may never meet in person. i feel lucky to have had my work appear along side these people. here is some video from the release party for the issue - courtesy of ryan manning - who reads along with fellow contributors noah cicero and jason jordan. check it out HERE.

i have a new story up at metazen today. metazen is a relatively new online zine headquartered in halifax, nova scotia and edited by the team consisting of frank hinton, jessica alchesse and dylan cohen who describe metazen as, "a flytrap for metafiction, existentialism, absurdism." pretty cool.

check out metazen here

you can read my story here

jason jordan nominated my story 'star-spangled enterprise' for best of the net 2009. many thanks to jason for the nod. he edits decomP - a sharp lit magazine which has been going strong for many years now.





it's full of work from a lot people i know of and like and a lot of others i don't know of but still like. stop by decomP. be impressed. i was fortunate enough to have my story included in the july 2008 issue.

sunday. my ankle hurts. it is hot. i hate sunday. i will watch television for the next several hours. drink a beer. go to sleep. wake up. go to work. i will probably have to stand on the subway. my ankle will hurt. fuck. fuck.

two new stories.

(1) storyglossia issue 34 is up. my story 'che guevara' is in there. somewhere. kind of halfway down the page. it is not a story about che guevara. but here is a picture of che guevara that is not the picture on 'the' che guevara t-shirt.

(2) cookiebomb is a new pub i recently discovered. published by ryan manning - it has work from the a lot of people i recognize/like/can probably run faster than. read cookiebomb. i'm here.

here is a picture.



new story in issue 14 of clockwise cat. the story involves a witch. she lives in atlanta, georgia and works for a television network. she is depressed. you can read it here.

i have a new story at 3 A.M. Magazine
i really like this publication
so i am happy
you can read the story HERE
it's titled "penetralia"
penetralia is a plural noun meaning the innermost parts or recesses of a place or thing
or something
it is also the sound a labrador puppy makes when it dies a slow, AIDS-related death

i am feeling the strong urge to do something with my life
i find myself frequently telling myself to "get my life together"
but i have no real method of measuring "togetherness" in my life

i think i should maybe go on a canadian cruise
i think i would enjoy locking myself in a cabin for 5 days

i think i would like telling people i was once "lost at sea"
i think taking a canadian cruise versus a caribbean cruise would make the act of taking a cruise ironic

i think the desolate color of the north atlantic is something i could feel comfortable with
i think seeing an iceberg in person would be exciting

every time i see a cruise ship i think about leonardo dicaprio's dead body frosted to a piece of driftwood in the movie titanic
i like to imagine the crunching sound that was made when his frozen skin ripped from the piece of driftwood before he sunk into ocean

here is something i should have thrown away. i was on an airplane one time. the flight left very early in the morning and i think i was still 'on something' that i was 'on' the night before, or something. i remember being unable to read what i was writing. i think i thought i was taking notes for a poem i wanted to write one day. i don't know. if you click on the image it will - like - grow.

i have a new story at poor mojo's almanac(k)

i wrote this one about six months ago. the fiction circus almost took it but made me hold it for three weeks and i forgot about it for a while until the fiction circus responded and said something about a "split decision" equals "no" so then i sent it poor mojo because they’ve published some of me in the past and then i forgot about it again and four months later poor mojo said “yes” and here we are.

right now - i view the piece as an exercise in typography as well as a vague (?) study on sexual categories within a "specific region" (opposed to a writing-style or subject matter i hold a great deal of interest in). maybe the story has nothing to do with my description. i can’t recall. i just reread it and that’s all i can think of mentioning.

i don’t normally reread the things i have written after they’re published because i want to change things and rewrite things and basically feel the whole thing is "unfinished" and i feel awkward because i think i have this unfinished thing floating around and then i remind myself that probably no one is reading anyways. what i can remember about the experience is that i was reading and rereading hubert selby jr. books and chewing a lot of smokeless tobacco. Maybe that is all I am capable of accomplishing right now.

read “stevie”