Read it. Watch it. Ditch it?

Because even after half a bottle of Bollinger, I wasn’t nearly drunk enough, and now, typing this, I am not at all hungover, nor filled with that warm and generous feeling of having been with friends and eaten too much pizza and told too many lies although I did. Because where I really wanted to be was here. I have work to do.

A story to send to PS, tweaking it now. A short coming out on Thursday at Opium Magazine. The wonderful Seb Doubinksy prepping the December Zap which will include at least one piece by moi, probably Blue Moves. Another article to write for The Nervous Breakdown, plus wonderful stuff from friends to read, read, read.

I have a piece out in Le Zaparogue #9, an excerpt from Blue Moves. Very proud to be in such good company and utterly thrilled to have a collection coming out soon with this classy imprint.

in Retort.

My old childhood demon the one who used to visit me and sit on my chest
like hes doing now
makes it hard to breathe
Hes gotten heavier with time but hes almost see-through
like a ghost
The weight seems all in his giant ball sack spread out across my chest

More here.

I just read Richard Thomas’s review of Ethel Rohan’s Cut Through the Bone, on TNB. What a talented and inspirational author. I read some of her stuff on Dogzplot last year and determined to read more. Visiting her blog is like a swift kick up the pants.