This review dropped today. Unending thanks to Weird Fiction Review, a publication I’ve been following forever, and Seb Doubinsky (Goodbye Babylon, and most recently, White City) a writer I’ve been reading forever. That picture is out the window of the Surfliner between San Diego and LA, the ride that got it all started.
One day, I told myself. One day I’d get to do one of these bad boys. The TNB self-interview. Here it is. And an excerpt, too. After another blackout she came to with blood under her nails that she could not explain. Norma howled in frustration. Rain chipped at the roof. Was it morning? Which…
Due to a confluence of circumstance, I taught every day and every night this week, either live or online. Summer ends here in a screaming frenzy of cicadas under a 40 degree Celsius sun and nights too hot and too still to mention. Lie there and hope for morning. Last night I finally fell asleep…
Exciting to have a new story in this called “Going Down,” along with some fine company like Nancy Collins, Nicki Guerlain and a bunch of others. Thanks again to editor Deb Hoag and the reckless folk at Doghorn Press.
Check out this poem by my friend, the poet Helen Koukoutsis. It’s about the great Darwish, yes, but so much more: how trying to teach the unteachable pays the rent and scalds the soul.
This is where a bunch of us will be reading at AWP.
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