Drug Test / Dustbunny City / Snow

Hi everybody. Snowed like crazy over here. I’m at work now, we just dragged a few pickups out of mountains of snow at the oil refinery. Fun times. Shout out to all the kids on the east coast. Hope you made some badass art, watched all the Netflix you could and of course, set aside some time for parting in the blizzard with your favorite person, chemical or snow snow shovel. 

Some news: I have a flash fiction collection called Dust Bunny City that will be coming out from Disorder Press. Look for that sometime around the end of the year. A paperback book illustrated by Rae Buleri. The book will be a sister to my story cycle Calm Face and also my poetry collection, Everything Neon. 

  
I was on the podcast Other Stories put together by the fantastic writer and curator Ilana Masad. I read my story Reviews of the Corner Bodega (from Calm Face, part of Tables Without Chairs #1).  

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Also, my playlist for my novel F250 is up at the website Largehearted Boy. You can stream the playlist that goes along with the novel at Spotify

  

My new column at Real Pants, Work Safe or Die Trying has a new installment. Read Drug Test here

This week’s post is all about drugs in the work place. It’s illustrated by Michael Seymour Blake, a great artists and writer from Queens, NYC. 

Speaking of which, I am looking for artists and photographers who are interested in having their art featured in the Real Pants columns. Write to me in the comments or email budsmithwrites@gmail.com 

  

Okay now it’s time for some inspirational tweets because I got plastered during the blizzard. 

   
   

Shout out to me and let me know what you’re up to these day. What are you making? Working on a novel? Painting some crazy pictures? What’s new?

New Column at Real Pants / Stories in Wigleaf

Crazy day today. It’s really cold and I have to walk to the bank and get a notary public to witness me sign some documents. Also have to get some money out of the ATM machine to buy parts to fix my washing machine. Just a swamped day of coldness and ATM machines and bank notary bullshit. 

It’s Tuesday and I have off of work today. I just sent a new novel manuscript to an agency that wanted to read more of my work. I hope they don’t print out the whole document just to feed it to a goat, that would be wasteful. And printer ink is expensive. 

So here is some straight dope, my weekly column, Work Safe Or Die trying premiers today on the lit site Real Pants. I’ll be putting up an essay every Tuesday about working heavy construction and finding time for creative writing. It’ll be a mash up of things from my life and things I want to talk about in the pursuit of DIY-Make-It-Happen-Art-Adventures. You can follow along at Real Pants (the digital online community attached to the press Publishing Genius) by clicking here 


Thanks to Adam Robinson
for helping the column along in this weird world. 


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Also, Wigleaf, my favorite website for short fiction has two of my stories “Three Kids” and “Double Bird” on their site. They were posted on Saturday so here I am posting about them again on Tuesday. I’m insufferable.  

Check them out here, as well as a postcard from a nuclear power plant that I wrote you. 

 


 

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I have a story called “Pentagram” recorded on the People Holding podcast. It’s a fun podcast with a lot of bizarre-ity. Check it out the new Podcast here Thanks to the editor, Morgan Beatty for kicking this into high hear. 


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The site Largehearted Boy will feature a playlist for my novel F 250, as a Book Notes, look for that this week here


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AND … This Thursday night will be the inaugural launch of a new event series in Brooklyn called COOL AS FUCK. I’ll be co-hosting it with Bill Lessard at Pete’s Candy Store and I hope you’ll come out and see the readings/performances and then later, check out our podcast that will launch shortly … here is the Facebook event 

Thanks for sticking with me and thank you for all the shouts and hangouts.

Love,
Bud