an analysis of "sweet's" frequency

You are invited to a festive, funfabulous evening with Friends of Tuesday Shorts, the reading series. Wednesday, January 30, 2008, 8PM. Tuesday Shorts is also celebrating our upcoming spread - featuring some of the best new and established talent presented in TS last year - that will appear in Opium.print #6 this spring!

Scheduled readers:

Mike Young co-edits NOÖ Journal. His work has or will appear in Backwards City Review, Night Train, Hobart, Juked, elimae, 3:AM and elsewhere. A chapbook of poetry called MC Oroville's Answering Machine is forthcoming from Transmission Press.

Donald Capone's short stories have appeared in Edgar Literary Magazine, Word Riot, Thieves Jargon, and Skive Magazine, as well as the anthologies See You Next Tuesday, and Rebellion: New Voices of Fiction, which he also edited, and which was a finalist in the 2006 USA Book News awards. His first novel, Into the Sunset, is on sale now. To pay the rent and eat, he designs children's novelty books for a major publisher.

Shelly Rae Rich likes to make things up and mix them with truth. Some of her fiction is found or forthcoming in Apalachee Review, Opium Magazine, The Binnacle, Duck and Herring Pocket Field Guide, Right Hand Pointing, elimae, Ghoti, Juked, Ducts, Eyeshot – and her work has been translated in two languages. She is co-editor of Tuesday Shorts. More can be found at her blog: Shelly Rae Rich.

Bob Heman's work has appeared in Quick Fiction, Paragraph, Sentence, First Intensity and many others. His ephemeral magazine CLWN WR is currently publishing a series of "50 words or less" (and "20 words or less") issues.

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carrot bribe

MiPOesias presents


Friday, January 25th @ 7:00 p.m.
Stain Bar – Williamsburg, Brooklyn


This reading went pretty well, I think. Should I use full names in this post? Is that tacky or ethical? Okay. Compromise. My friend Luke G. drove with me to Brooklyn, and we yelled at each other once or twice because he is free spirited and I am a nervous warship hiding in futility from deep sea divers. We talked about his crazy Hawaiian adventures and he bought me a feta pizza slice. Once or twice we missed an exit because he was phone chatting with government Deadheads about shopping cart races, striped shirts, and Atlanta breast implants. I'm mixing some of this up, maybe. Once in Brooklyn, Luke carried his huskie puppy atop his head. Found a laundromat and offered to rent me a blue tuxedo for $29.

Wait. This blog sounds like dragonfly on an acid trip now. Luke is cool. Tumultuous. That's what he is.

The reading itself went pretty well. People laughed at Tao L. saying "pre-cum," and I sold my last copies of Don't Wake Up It's Just Me to Amy K. and Jim B. William S. read romantic, thoughtful poems about incidents and accidents, hints and allegations. He is touring a lot on the West Coast; you should catch him somewhere.

Afterward, a bunch of us hung out at Tao and Justin T's place, including Kendra G. M. and Ellen F. The results of this hangage are documented elsewhere. They involve spiderwebs of protective light.

Saturday I ate brunch at Sacred Chow and left, reading Revolutionary Road as I rode through Connecticut, which was creepy to the max.

All in all, a sure footed time. I'm going back to the city next week and have another reading, which I'll post about in a different blog, I guess. Tramp face.


tsonga tsonga tsonga

Sorry Roger. There is finally someone I like who can [perhaps] beat you. Tsonga's game is like mine if I were ATP tour quality and French. Curly-haired, too. He hits ballet-quality volleys and an inside-out twohanded backhand that falls like snow on the dead.

Obama / Tsonga '08.

Yes, this is a tennis blog. Sorry for the confusion.


we know all who play and none who win

A new piece from MC Oroville's Answering Machine is live at juked: eat up. Disclaimer: there are a lot of exclamation marks.


go long not that long

And what's more: I have a new MC Oroville piece up at elimae. Prose poem, fiction, whatever. It concerns the 49ers. In 4th grade I had a Nerf 49ers football and a Steve Young mug, which I used for drinking Kool-Aid. I copied the signature off the mug onto the football and pretended I was related to Steve Young. Everyone believed me. Of course.

your verdict was too stupid to evade jury duty

I've a new/old piece of microfiction up at Bust Down the Door and Eat All the Chickens, along with other fine folks. It's a tiny PDF. Nab it. Kudos to editor Bradley Sands.

To get this submission I sat on -- oh, wait. That's your game.


roasted together with fresh spices

If you're interested in the writing game, submissions and all that, check out Kelly Spitzer's new series, yo.


what's with these mugs full of bleach

From Blake Butler:

"The new issue of LAMINATION COLONY is now live. It is a special issue on different kinds of porn, including people porn, fairy tale porn and thought porn. It includes work by Noah Cicero, Jesse Ball, Corey Mesler, Michael Hemmingson, Kathryn Regina, Paul Kavanagh, Misti Rainwater-Lites, Karie Buss, Prathna Lor, Susan Slaviero, Stephen Chamberlain, Brooklyn Copeland, Matthew Savoca and Minna Lincoln. It also includes me talking about each piece to pornographically explain the presence of each piece, as I often wonder why some journals publish what they do. Please read share and enjoy. Please link it from your blogs and say nice things."

Nice things: macaroons, bunny sculptures, experiencing things without trying so hard--armed with a desperation of very steel heart shields--to adapt them to your worldview, pennywhistle solos, cork grease in the strawberry soup, fleeing before the flood, cheerleader investigations, menthol cigarette smoke when you're fifteen and fraught with bummers and unaware of your sadness in a larger and sobering existential context, and happy bus drivers.