August 23, 2011
Nouns of Assemblage: Book Release Party on Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Another super rad evening of fiction and poetry at the Blue Monk in Portland, Oregon — to celebrate the magic that is promised by the new book, Nouns of Assemblage. Hosted by editor and publisher Riley Michael Parker, alongside editor Rob Gray, the party starts at 8pm and will cost you $12 to get in, for which you’ll be handed a beautiful new book.
Details from the event live here, at the Nouns of Assemblage event page on Facebook, or on the Housefire Publishing site here.
 Nouns of Assemblage from Housefire Publishing MORE INFO on NOUNS of ASSEMBLAGE: (more…)
August 20, 2011
“A Plague of Rains Enshrouds the People” from the New Novel at Bomb
The awesome editors at Bomblog’s Word Choice selected one of the 7 plague chapters from the forthcoming novel, which we think, finally has a title: IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE END. So excited about that.
Here’s a little screenshot, including one of my paintings from a little while back:
And the sweet writeup that precedes the piece:
In this allegory to quiet allegory, a citizenry stands in thrall to the fickle flux of dearth and excess, and the promise of new knowledge reveals but a revived status quo.
And a link to the actual piece, which was published Friday, August 19, 2011.
“A Plague of Rains Enshrouds the People” at Bomblog
Thanks John Casey for the link so many months ago, and Peter Moysaenko for choosing the piece and offering sound editorial advice.
March 18, 2011
The New Flash-Fiction Assembled Novel Project: Two Lost Teens
 Truck Lost in Snowstorm (AP Photo/Jeffrey Phelps) Some of you close to me know that I have recently begun writing shorter form fiction, and with an over-arching context holding all the smaller parts together, this thing looks like it will hold up as a novel with all the verse fiction pieces assembled as one unit. That being said, I’ve been doing a ton of research, both reading and film-related, and heard a terrifying story of a young couple who died out in a snowstorm.
Apparently, they had tried some serious drugs for what may have been the first time. They got pulled over on the highway after leaving a party; their tail light was out and they cruised through a stop sign. The cop lets them go, giving them a warning and a fix-it ticket. The drugs haven’t fully kicked in yet, and the cop has no idea what will happen to the two twenty-year-olds later that same evening. (more…)
March 17, 2011
New Piece of Fiction Published Over at Housefire
 Photo Via Housefire Housefire is a prompt-based, invite-only publication venue that is fast approaching legendary awesomeness. The prompts are so courageous and the energy so inspiring that I can think of few situations I’m prouder to be a part of. This is my first piece to go up on the Housefire site, with more new work set to go up on the site in the near future. Love these guys, and Riley Michael Parker, Housefire’s Publisher, is a Dark Lord of Fiction Magick, to be sure.
ALONE FEELS DISCOMFORTABLE is the short story that went up — it’s a brief tale of a deaf man who visits a museum and encounters an at-first less-than-concerned docent who has no idea of his disability. Wracked with guilt and anxiety upon discovering the man is deaf, the two struggle to convince each other that their take on the impending situation (there is an artist lecture/talk taking place, and a sign interpreter is supposed to be there) is the more correct, more truthful one, opening up an odd discussion about how meaning is made, and what the value of being “right” actually amounts to in many experiences. (more…)
August 4, 2010
 Night Memory: The Only Light in the Room I’m waiting for a cab outside of a school. It’s late afternoon, but not dark. The cab arrives and five of us strangers pile in. The first stop is only maybe three hundred yards down the road.
It’s suddenly darker, just past dusk. When the cab stops, the kids next to me start to exit on the street side. The cab driver yells and then slaps the side of my leg with his hand. I am stunned and yell, Hey! (mostly out of fear). For a moment, I think I’m in danger as I recall the two side streets we have just driven past and the apparent mayhem at the end of each block.
I get out curbside to let the kids out, and after they exit and run without paying, the taxi screeches away without me. One second, I think – it’s closer to go back then to run in the direction I was headed. But I left my bag in the car, so I chase. (more…)
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