I hope everyone is doing good. I’ve got some friends riding out Hurricane Matthew in Florida, but it looks like they’re gonna be okay. Was worried about one friend in particular who lives in a punk house that is collapsing anyways on a blue sky day. Anyways, looks like Florida will keep on Florida-ing. Yuss! Punk House will live on.
Heard some news last week. Civil Coping Mechnanisms (CCM) will be putting out my memoir/essay collection called Same Clothes As Yeaterday in June 2017. Excited about that.
Also, today at Hobart, I have two pieces of flash, “Red Teeth” and “Do Ya Wanna Dance?” They’re here
It’s October and most everybody is happy that it’s hooded sweatshirt weather. I’ve had some writing fall through the cracks lately and wanted to share a list here if you are in the mood.
- Hobart published two short stories from my collection, coming in November (from Disorder Press) called Dustbunny City , read them here
- Hobart also ran a story of mine called Boss, about a man struggling with the ghost of Andre the Giant, read Boss here
Thursday 9/29 I’ll be reading at Tattooed Mom’s in Philly. Would be cool to see you. Come say hello.
Also, in November my wife and I have a book coming out called Dustbunny City.
Life is such a maze. It’s easy to get lost in the maze but most of the time you can get through the worst part of the maze by working together with other people passing through the maze. I wrote this story, Boss, thinking about the many people I’ve known in my life who have temporally gotten lost, depressed, pained, suicidal … I believe that people can actually help each other, and make a difference in each other’s life. Check in on your friends and family and neighbors. Make sure everyone is feeing good and if they aren’t, do what you can to help them along through the maze.
Here’s my story Boss at Hobart
Conspiracists think that Hilary Clinton had a body double yesterday that went around and did double double stuff, that’s cool. I would like a body double for myself also. To do body double stuff. Like work in the plastic plant where I am working today. Where all the plastic powder looks like cocaine and every new person you work with at the plastic factory who has never seen the plastic powder in the plastic factory makes the joke, “Ha! Looks like cocaine!”
I’m on break right now at work but wanted to share an essay with you … Rae and I are watching my parent’s dogs. We are dog parents right now, but luckily will be free of them by the time it’s time to pay for dog college or dog weddings. I wrote about the experience for Real Pants, as well as some thoughts on Pumpkin Spice bringing about the end times of earth, the novel Lonesome Dove, and grapes.
Check out the essay here
I have been writing an essay almost every week about the intersection between creativity and working a labor intensive job away from the computer desk. The essays are all collected here . Thanks to Adam Robinson and Amy McDaniels for the support at their site, Real Pants and continuing to host the essay series.
This week’s essay is called Nuclear and it is about what it is like to do temporary outage work at a nuclear power plant. No two nuclear outages are the same, and my experience there is probably not a common one, but, I shared my story here if you are interested.
It’s Friday and I’m at work. I have a new story at Maudlin House called “Roast Beast“. It’s about my new neighborhood in Jersey City. I like the new neighborhood. Check out the story here and please send it around to all your friends who like lunch meat, flip flops, rockabilly music and super heroin.
In other news, I’ve been watch the Netflix show The Get Down and there was a pretty badass part last night where Grand Master Flash taught the kids who to mix two turntables together to make an everlasting beat for the MCs to rap ova. I’ll give you a hint, it involves a crayon. Anyways, great TV show.
Also, I’ve been working on my next book, Dustbunny City, coming out around thanksgiving from Disorder Press … So psyched to mail out early review copies of the book in about a month, month and a half. I’ll keep you posted about it, as those things go.
Thank you for rocking
drawing by michael seymour blake
There’s a month of summer left. I’m looking forward to getting watermelon punch drunk this weekend and doing some night swimming. It’s 109 degrees here today at the oil refinery. Jeez Louise.
Very happy that today over at Fanzine I have a new essay called “Our House Is A Very Fine House“.
It’s about the first house my parent’s were able to afford, one that was vandalized and one that my brother and I destroyed even more than the vandals.
Carabella Sand is one of my favorite artists. She drew the house. The house has graffiti on it that says “Fuck Off! This Place Is Haunted!” and it was, it reall was. But not by ghosts. By us.
Check out the essay here