I subscribed to Tin House this year. Tin House is a publication that puts out the very best of short fiction and poetry, and getting published there is a sing that you've "got it". The stories are all of the highest quality. Each print issue is also a precious item in it's own right, and… Continue reading Four Tin House Covers
Category: Poetry
“Too Ugly to Rape”
This is powerful poetry, the best I've heard in a long while. I just wish the spark that brought it's creation had been a more pleasant one. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zgQRkHcEyq8 Transcript (taken from Pages' Facebook page): “Piñatas” After Tina Mion’s “Pinata” painting To the man on the bus I overheard tell a woman in conversation - presumably… Continue reading “Too Ugly to Rape”
Suddenly: Goosebumps. A Tribute to Chi Cheng
My day started with the sad news the Chi Cheng, Deftone's bassist, died. He was in a car accident in 2008 and had been in a coma since then but his heart gave out unexpectedly last night. The Deftones' White Pony is one of my all time favorite records, an almost perfect rock album, atmospheric,… Continue reading Suddenly: Goosebumps. A Tribute to Chi Cheng
Felix Gilman Poll Poetry
Recently-interviewed author Felix Gilman just tweeted a poem of sorts. "An Ohioan sits atop his tractor, his face lined with care. Soon they will come and ask him to choose a new King. He feels it in his bones. Across his fields the Ohioan sees the long shadows of the approaching pollsters. One leads a sheep,… Continue reading Felix Gilman Poll Poetry
I Live in the Land of the Midnight Sun
And here I am. Reading outside, by the light of the midnight sun. Yes, the photo is taken at midnight. And yes, I was able to read perfectly well. Iceland is positioned in such a way that in June the sun shines almost perpetually. I am writing this now, just after midnight and I hear… Continue reading I Live in the Land of the Midnight Sun
Dreamcatcher
Sometimes, during the darkest night, I am forced to get up. I walk, sleepdrunk, over to the door and take down a dreamcatcher now sagging on a nail by the door. I take it outside and walk out to the river that flows silent but strong behind the house and I shake the dreamcatcher over… Continue reading Dreamcatcher
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