new foundling review. jess bouchard. tony press. jennifer hillier. me.

got my nano fiction in the mail last week. been reading it/enjoying it.

shout out to all my homies who are swimming/floating/drowning in nashville, tennessee. i was there yesterday and barely made it out. seems like you're in ‘the south’ when trailer homes float across the highway.



and more redneck hi-jinx here.

new one @ writersbloc.

my little brother is in college. his friends are now emailing/texting me in regard to my old papers. they want them. i feel bad for them. i want to help them. yesterday, one of them needed something on divine comedy/dante’s inferno. still had the paper on it. read it. was reminded of hell. thought about hell for a while. ate some blueberries. thought i’ll probably end-up there, in hell (if it exists), on some bogus, low-grade, spiritual moving-violation.

here is hell:



i would put myself somewhere between the vestibule and the 2nd ring of the 7th circle. where in the hell will you be in hell?