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AWPED

Published on February 7, 2011 in Adam Robinson, dream, Jac Motherfucking Jemc, Lindsay Hunter, Mary Hamilton, Readings, real talk, Sasha Fletcher, ugh up with people, Zach Dodson and zombies. 12 Comments

SUCH BEAUTY.

My favorite parts of AWP included but were not limited to reading at the zoo (stories by Mike and Tim were highlights), reading at the literature party (holy crowd), then putting on my flats and dancing (always dance when the DJ brings groupies), sitting next to Jamie at the JMWW reading and hearing his good news, feeling like I was in many warm rooms with people I love both personally and professionally, saying hello to folks from FC2 and hearing their work, having a great meeting with Emily about the book, hangouts with old friends Tom and Charlie and new friend Amina, getting to know a few very kind and solicitous District residents (though what’s up with your waitresses, really), and seeing old friends from acronyms ASU and TSU and experiencing major hugs with my girls Mary and Lindsay and Jac and Sarah and Wolfe and seeing but not spending enough time seeing Zach and Aaron and Elizabeth and Matt and Gene and Jenny and Sasha and Molly and I missed doing some stuff and did some other stuff and found a cheese plate and there was simultaneously not enough time and far too much time with the cheese plate. Now I’m back home where it’s a temperature that properly sustains human life. As soon as I got back, my body put roots into the ground. I have eaten three tacos in two days and slept 12 hours. Good to see y’all. Back to work, y’all.

Austin to Victoria to Austin to New York

Published on October 24, 2010 in driving, ghosts and Sasha Fletcher. Closed

I packed two peanut butter sandwiches and drove to Victoria TX, a city full of gentlemen and ladies. It’s about a half hour from the ocean and you can smell it and feel it in the air, but people I mentioned that to says that’s something you get used to and then can’t feel anymore. I liked it there. We ate some good BBQ and I read for the Junior League and a retired physician told me a ghost story. I saw Carmen and Tom and their baby Finn, who is one of the more handsome baby boys in this world and shows three small teeth when he smiles.

Now I’m staying with friends Sasha and Skyler in NYC. Sasha cooked a hot dog in a pan for me and Skyler made us rice krispie treats with browned butter. Today I woke up on their couch thinking that the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway sounded like the ocean, a comparison I’m sure has already been made by a number of this city’s 8.3 million, likely has already been made this morning, in fact you could find everyone who said this morning that the BQE sounds like the ocean and serve them a continental deal with corn flakes and machine that dispenses two kinds of milk. It would be a good-sized group, I’m saying.

Is it possible to be anti-mango

Published on March 26, 2010 in Adam Robinson, Justin Sirois, Sasha Fletcher and well anyway later. 3 Comments

Stacy and I tried having a word party last night and it worked. New and old friends came out and we all got silly and talked large. It was feel-good. Today I keep thinking baby rabies.

I got a cinnamon roll and a cup of coffee this morning and read the whole of MLKNG SCKLS. Well wrought, with the kind of quiet ease to the lines that draws you close and surprises. He had two hair-related elements that intend to stick in the old craw.

Sasha Fletcher sent me his Greying Ghost pamphlet “We Are All Of Us Up To Something” and it tried to float into a cloud so I trapped it.

watching

I saw one of those hoarder cars outside the breakfast place today, the kind where someone piles up mail and blankets and fast food wrappers and plastic sink fittings and newspapers and styrofoam cups and books and sunglass cases and cardboard boxes and paper towels and dead leaves and stuffs it all in the car. This one seemed organized with credit card bills on the dash and blankets blocking all the windows. It was a little Saturn or something, stuffed to the roof, every space filled save for a compartment carved out for the driver. The car sagged on its axles. Well anyway later.

Good meowning

Published on January 1, 2010 in Adam Robinson, Dan Wickett, Reviews, Sasha Fletcher and stories. 4 Comments

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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