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
