At the end of 2018, Tyrant Books will release my new novel, Teenager. In March of 2018, Maudlin House will release my new book of short stories, Double Bird. My other books are WORK (CCM), a memoir about my experience working heavy construction and my approach to making art; Dust Bunny City (Disorder Press), a poetry collection about a love sick couple doing a bar crawl through a changing city; Calm Face (HOV), a collection of stories about how absurd it is to be alive and stay alive; F-250, my second novel, about a guy in a noise band trying to have some fun; Everything Neon, my first poetry collection; Tollbooth, my first novel, about a guy having a breakdown while working in a booth collecting pocket change; and Or Something Like That, my first collection of short stories, some funny, some sad.
WORK (CCM, 2018) Memoir.
“WORK, is his first foray into non-fiction. It’s a memoir. Three main threads weave things together in non-linear jumps between Bud’s life working various blue collar jobs, memories of falling in love with his wife, and his singular perspective on the nature of art. – Jon Lindsey, Volume 1. Brooklyn.
page 70. “The new job sends me for a drug test. I pass it. I shave my face. I look different. Younger, somehow. I go on a date with a girl who works in a ‘wild bird store’, as she vaguely explains it. Wild Birds Unlimited, it’s called. I’m high and laughing about that. Picturing these colorful birds flapping all crazy around the store, and her not laughing about it at the cash register. Then I’m bragging to her that I passed my drug test and how I’m officially a high school graduate, just got my diploma today, six years after graduation. I pull the diploma from my pocket. Unfold it. Look. She doesn’t laugh, but like I said, that’s her thing, not laughing. We have a one night stand in my pick up truck in the parking lot of St. Barnabas’ Catholic Church. It’s nice. A mutual decision to no longer continue. But I see her a few weeks later, I stop by her store because I want to see these wild birds she sells. Inside the store though, I find out that Wild Birds Unlimited only sells bird seed. Stacks of waxed paper sacks filled with safflower, millet, canary seed, hemp, thistle seed, corn, green split peas, sunflower seed, wheat, and milo. Ha, look at that. Not a single free-spirited wild bird trapped in a strip mall storefront, let’s celebrate. I get a phone call on the first day of autumn to go and weld at a chemical plant. I’ve lied to them about knowing how to weld. In hindsight, oh what a thing to say. I’m good on paper—in real life, I only know how to destroy stuff. But hey, just like you, I am trying so hard to learn some other more beautiful way.”
“Bud’s writing effortlessly weaves together anecdotes from his life or work into great art.”
“Bud Smith is one of the only writers I don’t mind hanging out with in real life. I’ve seen Bud Smith sober and I’ve seen Bud Smith drunk. He’s great either way.”—Scott McClanahan, author of The Sarah Book
“Refreshing. Bud is a good one.”—Otherppl with Brad Listi
“Bud is the happy prophet of the stupid world. He’s Walt Whitman only married and working at an oil refinery.”—Kevin Maloney, author of Cult of Loretta