The Real Tit


An excellent hagiography of our own Saint Miette of the Tit-borne Whiskey.

Local Girl Makes Good sort of thing: “Hancock’s Whiskey Tit.” It belongs to Hancock, does it? How quickly we move from art appreciation to art expropriation! Commie bastids!

Miette Mends the Mendicant!


I conveyed the travails of Mendicant City in my previous post, and who swooped in to my rescue? None other than the ever-estimable Whiskey Tit!

Mendicant City may now be purchased directly from the Whiskey Tit store. I handed over to Miette (the Tit behind the Whiskey) a fair portion of my plentiful stock of copies, and she is graciously permitting me to use her web premises to purvey these very special chapbooks to the literary public. Where Amazon falters, the Tit abides.

As I mentioned previously, the cover art for this book was created by my son Logan, and therefore every copy sold seeds the world with his memory.

I might as well add that movement is detected in the Publishing Spheres. Watch this space—keep your telescopes trained. There shall soon, I dare say, be news of my imminently forthcoming collection Divine In Essence, and even possibly some sort of spiffed-up, snazzily-dressed reissue of I, No Other.

Who can mend the Mendicant?


Lookit that…. almost a bloody YEAR since the previous post! Who could be responsible for this travesty? Man up and step forward and take what’s comin’ to ye, ye neglectful piece of what the cat dragged in! Yes, yes, well said, bastid got away, innit? We’ll never know who did it, most likely. It’s a shame what happened to Society THESE DAYS….

Thought I’d enter the premises and run a gloved finger through the dust, etc. So it goes, as the V-Meister said.

The main thing, what the fuck happened to Mendicant City. Were you to visit its Amazon Page, you would discover a product without a proper listing. There’s no official price, but it is listed as “available” at an absurd markup. The price is supposed to be $6, whereas the current listed price is $17.76 (up from its price of $11 when I first discovered this issue). I don’t understand the situation, since this is a Print-On-Demand type book, it should be easily obtainable. (Not to mention, that price point is enough to inspire conspiracy theories. I’m NOT some Jan 6 Triple-K Patriot, or whatever.)

Coincidentally enough, I procured a large number of author copies from Snuggly Books earlier this year: the cover art for this book was drawn by my son when he was maybe 7 or 8, and so I wanted to have a shit-ton of copies, I guess. I wasn’t thinking very clearly, it just seemed like the thing to do. But it does mean that I have all these copies to sell at the proper price of $6. If you would like a copy of Mendicant City, please contact me, and I’ll be happy to send one along. I believe there’s a contact page on this site, I can’t remember what I used. Probably yarrow along with the at symbol and then yarrowpaisley.com. That should work. Or you could try ordering one from Snuggly, I don’t know if they sell direct outside of their bundles. What can I say, I’ve been lost in my own little world for years now.

As for Divine In Essence, my next collection from Whiskey Tit, I anticipate it coming along early next year. That’s the fingers-crossed date, anyway. So be patient, it’ll be worth the wait, I promise. I love my first book I, No Other, of course, but Divine In Essence is better. And I should mention, it features stunning cover art by the same artist who provided the art for I, No Other: the inimitable Jeremy Hawkins.

Alright, anything else? Well, if I think of anything, I’ll edit the post.

Divine In Essence


Me kicking literary ass.

Meanwhile, the Octopus wept.

That’s just how it goes down in Northampton.

In this photo, your eagle eyes may have descried, I am reading from a manuscript. That would be “Fever Visions,” a previously unpublished story that will appear in… drum roll… my forthcoming Whiskey Tit collection Divine In Essence. That’s right, this is the BIG ANNOUNCEMENT. Interestingly, it appears I already added this book to Ze Boooks and promptly forgot. Can I even coordinate with myself? Apparently not!

Fellow Whiskey Titters Samuel Kaye and Aina Hunter also read from their works at this event: Samuel Kaye’s novel Cinema and Aina Hunter’s novel Charlotte and the Chickenman.

All three of us are so different in style and substance, but UNIFIED, I think, in artistic commitment. That’s the Whiskey Tit Promise: ARTISTIC COMMITMENT. When you read a Whiskey Tit book, you get what the author INTENDED, not what the marketing department AMENDED. 100 Proof Unfiltered Literary Whiskey from THESE tits…. I don’t know if that’s a coherent metaphor, but I’m leaving it up, folks.

The Tit Takes Northampton


My estimable publisher Whiskey Tit plans to seize a prime piece of Northampton Real Estate (1 Amber Lane) for a pleasant hour or two starting at 6 PM on Wednesday, October 19.

The Main Event being Whiskey Titter Samuel Kaye, touring the States to promote his novel Cinema, and who else is going to be there? Moi, of course! And Aina Hunter, yet another Whiskey Titter…. Egads, there’s no end to us. It’s Whiskey Tit all the way down.