Go Forth & Read


Not a command, but a benison.

This site is my publicity vehicle, obviously, albeit imperfectly driven. Ofttimes, I even forget to announce my announcements . . . etcetera . . . and “So what,” you ask? Precisely! But today we shall point toward other publicities just cuz.

I read Brendan Connell’s recent novel Unofficial History of Pi Wei. (Say that out loud, why don’tcha. The only way to get the joke.) Witty pastiche of Kung Fu movies and ancient Confucian / Taoist analects. (I’m no expert in either of these forms, admittedly, but the author clearly is.) As with all his work, Brendan is both irreverently creative and creatively reverent. He’s not the least bit reluctant to explore every limit of the formal constraints he’s imposed on himself. Which is the definition of art, perhaps. I should warn you this novel makes a strong case for sex with trees.

I read a wild, unexpected novel-in-stories by someone gorgeously named Ysabeau Wilce recently. Prophecies, Libels & Dreams: Stories of Califa. I had actually ordered a bunch of old mags from a local small press and they threw this book in for the hell of it, maybe as a thank you for spending so much, and it turned out to be the standout of the bunch, by far, for the ecstatic language and the colorful characters, including a charming and petulant youngster—really the best kind of literary character there is, don’t you agree?

Let’s see, I should mention the BEST BOOK I READ LAST YEAR. I don’t know yet, let me consult my listings. Okay. I’m going with Kleinzeit, by Russell Hoban. Let me tell you the story behind my reading this book. There I was at the Amherst Jones Library randomly perambulating the stacks, and my fingers arrested ’pon a particular title (being Kleinzeit, duh), and I deshimmed it from the shelf, opened it unto mine eyes, and what were the very first words I did behold? “Yarrow: fullest stock.” I shit you not. So I checked it out of that there library posthaste, of course. Promptly read it. A bold and brilliant book! Par excellence in language, form, ideas, general zaniness. Such random encounters are my stock in trade, literarily. What I’m saying is all my best literary experiences have sprung from the void. You have to allow it to happen. (And of course, it doesn’t happen online. There’s no such thing as a random encounter when algorithms are runnin’ the show. It’s all decided for you.)

Please take note of all the recent releases at Whiskey Tit. I can aver in particular that Joey Truman’s Postal Child sequel, Postal Child Parlay is an absolute delight to read, and the man’s talent continues to blossom with each new release. I didn’t see the merit of the first Postal Child when I first read it, but Truman’s subsequent releases Killing the Math and Kinderrinder corrected my impression (viz., impressed me), and Parlay is simply a sublime work of the imagination, and I’m honored to share the Tit List with this most writerly gentleman. He has a cookbook coming out now, too, which I am salivating to see!

Please also take note, I was recently notified by our old friend Robin Wyatt Dunn of his upcoming release, The Black King of Kalfour. February 1 will be the time to pounce on that volume at your favorite online emporium of ebooks or paperbacks, take your pick.

Hmm, I usually include links to things I mention, but I don’t feel like it at the moment. Manana. That doesn’t look right. Mañana? Mmm, that impertinent ñ, shaking its wiggle all over the place.

Futuristic Glimpses


Forgot about this website thingy. But one would have—had one not forgotten—announced the forthcoming (2019) publication of one’s third book . . . a fiction collection entitled Furious in the Expanse. Not sure EXACTLY when, but probably later in the year, as you might deduce from its placement in this here list.

I love the visual sensorium of Eibonvale Press, and I used to daydream about placing work there . . . thus, when they started doing chapbooks I saw my chance! I pounced! The trap was sprung! I was in! I’m in! A thousand thank yous to David Rix, aka Mr. Eibonvale himself!

Hmm, any other news? I can’t think of any. My life is nothing but work work work, but I’m hoping to reënlist my creative faeries this year. I may have to pressgang those motherfuckers, actually, but we’ll try persuasion first, of course. First carrots, then sticks, or maybe carrots as sticks?

Beware the Ides of March!


Upon which date I shall be reading from I, No Other. (The 15th, you ignorant buffoon!)

To? A captivated audience (containing possibly You?) at the VCFA, which is short for The Verboten Covfefe of the Finer thangs in life Ain’t free . . . or something like that. Lemme consult the Googleplex: Aha! The Vermont College of Fine Arts, I was close!

(That’s in Montpelier, VT, if you were the least bit confused by that last paragraph. Don’t worry, the writer has been fired. Cruelly.)

We’re quickly reaching the limits of my knowledge . . . ooh! It’s at 6PM! From 6-9PM, in fact. So we have:

6-9PM at VCFA in Montpelier VT on March 15.

I will be reading from I, No Other, but there will be others. For example, the Joey Truman/Jack Warren show! They have the weirdest coolest Performance Art Lit Music Thing going these days, don’t wanna miss that! And there will be Meghan Lamb! She’s from Chicago, I think, imagine coming all the way to Vermont to read stuff to people! And THIS JUST IN, and I quote: “Your post misses the debut of Margaret Wedge, whose Knickpoint will be published next month. You’ll fall in love with her a little; we all do.” Did you hear that? There’s going to be someone at this reading that you’ll fall in love with!!! Jesus Christ, how can you not show up for THAT?

It’s pretty rare that I fraternize with actual writer people, so this is going to be both amazing and terrifying, as all the best things in life are. If you come, you should buy my books and I’ll sign them! Or bring them (if you already bought them), and I’ll sign them! If I already signed them in the past, I’m not unwilling to sign them again. We’ll talk.

Mark your calendars, lads & lassies! In fact, use this handy Facebook event link if you are one of those drones still buzzing around that honeypot of Russkie deplorables.

Ah! There’s an image, too. Let’s see, how do we do this? You know what? This calls for a new post!

The Dream, Achieved


I am there!

Now that my works are catalogued in the Library, my immortality is at hand.

So much time having lapsed since my last entry ’pon this ’luminated parchment, what other news of the day may be conveyed? Hmm, I’ve both forgotten and care little. I will leave this Textpattern tab open for a while in case something occurs to me. I always have so much trouble finding my own blog, I forget what I was going to add to it, often even that I was looking for it in the first place.

Look on my works, ye mighty, and complain. Shelley was really ahead of his time on that one, don’t you think?