The blog is taking a hiatus from publication news to work on a longer project, but not before giving a nod to March, that fickle-bad-witch of budding trees, chopped ice, transcendent light and mud.
From “Time”by Dragana Tripković
“…I cannot promise you much but a gray street
and passionate darkness in the Ides of March.
Spring always brings a pile of survived decay,
undreamt winter loves
that shudder to melt into summer, white wine,
So take your time…”
P.S. Did you know that horse sweat smells of jasmine, orange blossom and Tide fabric softener? Or so I’ve learned courtesy of June Soulis, equestrienne star of the fictitious Byrd Family Circus from the soon-to-be (soon being a relative term) novel…
“Ray’s Juice,” is now live and online at Foundling Review!
Farmer’s market season is just around the corner, even if last night’s deep freeze toasted the magnolia blossoms to shriveled, frost-burned blooms. Which makes this a perfect time for a story that takes place under the stars surrounded by abundance and bitty bites brownies.
I’m honored to have “Ray’s Juice” included in the March issue of Foundling Review, “where simple pleasures are corralled into folds of finely finessed sentences.”
To read “Ray’s Juice,” click here.
"It was one of the last farmer’s markets before winter, six o’clock and already dark. The stand canopies fluttered like sloppy moths lifting skyward..."
Come join us for what promises to be a fun and fabulous evening at the historic Warner Library in Tarrytown, NY!
Authors Lori DeSanti, Ann Podracky, Andrea Stone and I will read from the anthology SIBLINGS: Our First Macrocosm. Works of poetry, memoir, and story explore and celebrate the mystery of those earliest relationships with those who knew us before we knew ourselves.
“Our families, especially our siblings, provide our first macrocosm. How much of that experience do we carry out into the world as part of our deepest, inchoate expectations of the world and of our self?”
If you can’t make the reading but would like to order a copy of the book, click here and use the code “Tarrytown” for free shipping.
I’m thrilled that “Toroid” is now live and online at Pithead Chapel! I could not imagine a better home for “Toroid” than Pithead Chapel, which publishes “gutsy narratives…[that] leave a brilliant bruise.”
“Toroid” holds a special place in my heart, in part because it’s an homage to those ancient emperors in spirit, of which my father was one, who create wormholes in the universe. My father was not a mathematician like the one in the story, but he was a poet – a bit cracked, shades of a tyrant, yet someone who scoured his soul in the pursuit of truth and beauty.
“Toroid” has earned its own category in my mind, if only because I’ve been writing and revising this story for five years. You heard it, folks, five blimey years (“blimey: a minced oath from [God] blind me”–Wicktionary). Even a real, live baby only takes nine months. Over the years the story expanded and contracted, shape shifting and boiling itself down into the condensation you find here. Enjoy!
"It was April, the callery pear trees lofting soft and white, and I spotted her from down the block, a seam running up the back of her pink tights to where it trailed beneath the hem of her denim skirt..."
My short story, “Ordinary,” read by Brian Barrett and yours truly, accompanied by Nathan Corder’s original musical score, “Fabric,” is live and online at The Flexible Persona!
The Flexible Persona is the small press equivalent to the local farmer’s market, where every visit is an adventure, and you get to meet the people who grow the pumpkins or harvest the pears. The magazine features authors reading their stories aloud, and the personal timbre of each voice lends a vulnerability that becomes part of the tale being told, a perfect accompaniment to the original musical compositions that have been chosen for each piece. A special shout-out to Nathan Corder, whose composition, “Fabric,”—a high, reverberating wire pulled tight against the resonant keening of a trombone, a whale song, a hawk, stretched across the sky—accompanies “Ordinary.”
So grab your laptop, head out to a hammock strung between the trees, and click here to take a listen.
I’m honored that my short story, “Perfect,” first published in the spring 2015 issue of the St. Sebastian Review, has been selected as a semi-finalist for Ruminate Magazine‘s VanderMey Nonfiction Prize. Deep gratitude to Ruminate and the St. Sebastian Review!
“Mom,” Henry asked, striding beside me in his corduroys and miniature Timberland boots, “why can’t boys wear nail polish?” I reached out for his hand, his pinkie finger nail painted blue.
I am thrilled that my short story, “Match,” has been accepted by The Madison Review, coming out in the spring!
This was a rather mysterious acceptance. For one thing, the invitation came through my Yahoo email, which I only use for online shopping and generally spammy purposes, never for personal use, and for sure not for my literary correspondence. My first thought was, malicious spybot malware invader?