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Denver happened. I yelled about driving an Iroc-Z in New Mexico for a restaurant reading with Matt Bell, Elena Passarello, Kevin Sampsell, Matthew Simmons, and Rachel Yoder. I marveled at Molly Gaudry‘s perfect twin braids and she said it was the work of her training as an only child. Mary and I bought the biggest dreamcatcher we could find and I read with it in an elevator. Lindsay and I drank milk out of jugs while Patrick played the banjo and Zach slapped his thighs and sang along.

I just woke up from a dream I had about the breakfast place where I went with Sarah, Nick and Michael. There was a sizable Austin crowd and I felt at home in scenes fancy and non-fancy alike. I hugged Dollar Store tour friends and read with them, put faces to names/said hello again to Kyle Minor, Justin Taylor, Brian Evenson, Jim Ruland, Justin Sirois, Roxane Gay, J.A. Tyler, Dan Wickett, and Elisa Gabbert. I walked the bookfair floor with Adam Robinson and spent a chunk of cash.

excitement

I caught the shuttle and avoided making eye contact with a trio of lovely poet ladies from California who spent the trip to the airport talking about a panel they saw on poetry saving the world. The ladies were wrapped in golden shawls. I considered writing a story about chapped lips. I graded on the flight all the way home and navigated the damp community college campus to teach for three hours about the departmental exam. At the grocery store I bought turkey sausage, turkey breast, lean meatballs, and egg whites. I went home and made a glass of chocolate milk with extra egg whites. I unpacked my books and photographed them.

home.

Good meowning

what’s up 2010

I’m back in Texas. Last night we drank Johnny Walker Blue Label and walked home with the wind at our backs. Dick Clark is an animatron with a dual directive to kiss ladies and count backwards.

On the drive back from Tucson I read most of Elmore Leonard’s Escape From Five Shadows aloud. It was an early book, just his third novel, and it shows a bit in word repetition and other little things, but it’s a good book. It made me wonder about writing westerns. You have to write close enough to feel familiar with the genre but you can have too many suntanned faces peering out from under curled hat brims. Familiar but not too familiar.

My Christmas story is up at Everyday Genius, which was guest edited this month by Sasha Fletcher. The third paragraph used to be its own story, which I was calling “Things To Do With Fifty-Three Poinsettias.” It was kind of a downer so I condensed and re-appropriated. EWN said some nice things about the story. Thank you Sasha and Adam and Dan.

I’m excited to read the latest Sleepingfish, edited by Gary Lutz and Derek White and featuring a lineup I’m proud to be a part of, including Ryan Call, Anna DeForest, Sasha Fletcher, Nina Shope, Rachel May, David McLendon,  Eugene Lim, The Brothers Goat, Lito Elio Porto, Adam Weinstein,  Diane Williams, Dennis Cooper, Elliott Stevens, Tim Jones-Yelvington, Alec Niedenthal, Matt Bell, Eduardo Recife, David Ohle, Evelyn Hampton, Émilie Notéris, Ottessa Moshfegh, Cooper Renner, Christine Schutt, M. T. Fallon, Daniel Grandbois, Julie Doxsee, Terese Svoboda, Blake Butler, Stephen Gropp-Hess and Ali Aktan Askin. The cover looks great:

it is inside you

The new Sonora Review is also out and ready for order. It has a lovely cover and work from me, Colleen O’Brien, Steven Church, Michael Tod Edgerton, Amanda Warren, Joshua Robbins and more. Sonoran Desert represent.

creatures

Now I’m learning about the Corpus Days Inn where Selena was murdered. When MLK was shot in the Lorraine Motel they made it into a museum, but the Days Inn is still a Days Inn; they just changed the numbers on the doors.




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