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Year(s)-in-Review // Year-in-Preview

I’ve been feeling contemplative lately. I’ve been reminiscing about 2011 and 2012, to be specific. Truthfully, they were pretty damn good years (aside from an almost crippling case of writer’s block toward the end of 2012). They were pretty good, but I think I can top both of them in 2013.

In 2011, I became the blog editor at InDigest Magazine; I did a reading at The Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis, MN; and I had a short story accepted in [PANK] Magazine, which was- and is- certainly one of the highlights of my writing career thus far. I also got to do an interview with the magazine, which was truthfully almost as cool/fun as getting a story published.

And as great as 2011 was, 2012 turned out to be even better!

My collectio[novella] Shenanigans! was published by Grey Sparrow Press on the 50th anniversary of one of my all-time favorite books, Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest; I became the blog editor at The Lit Pub; I got to do an interview with the lovely, talented, and wonderful J.E. Reich at Art Faccia; and I got to play the kickass literary text-based adventure game, EXITS ARE, with Best American Short Stories author, Mike Meginnis!

So how could I possibly top the past two years?

My ultra-top-secret epic collaboration project is finally gaining some traction.

I found a way to push through a prickly plateau in the novel I’d previously shelved in 2010 (Human Services).

But most importantly, I think I have a much firmer grasp on who I am as a writer and on what I’m capable of producing. I’m not making any unrealistic New Year’s resolutions, unless you count “read more” and “write more,” but I just look at those as rededicating myself to my craft.

It’s a prevailing sense of optimism I feel about 2013. The apocalypse happened and no one noticed. It probably just means we need to get our asses back to work.

That’s what I’ll be doing.

You know where to find me.

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2 Poems for the Apocalypse

I did a reading from the InDigest Magazine Apocalypse Bunker, special for today. You all probably don’t have Internet by now; blame the alien mayan death star only visible from the opposite side of the planet from which you currently sit. Anywhoozle, here are 2 poems!!

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“We” (a poetic attempt)

The wind whispers cyanide in my ear.
She is beautiful.
We’d forgotten what it meant to be alive.

They said the ground only quivered with impending catastrophe.
But we’d forgotten everything.

Insects fled the dirt, tried even to flee their hardened carapaces.
Birds dove from the sky.
Animals that could not swim sought out the rivers and lakes.
Men and women held their children tightly.

For what was coming, there would be no shelter.

The ground only quivered once more.

That is the story we were told,
Because we still don’t remember.

None now living remember Before.
There is only Now.
Only Today.
None living hope for a better Later.

We have forgotten the words Brighter and Tomorrow.

We are.
Simply and utterly.

Now the ground is silent.

We are.





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