Autumn Can't Kick (it's true we are always dying)
I don’t mind the fact that you lie…I invented lying. Let’s be actors then, this autumn…it comes so natural. They’ll pay some money and we’ll play our role in nakedfying nature. We’ll laugh ourselves to the bone honesty of winter. I don’t judge your addictions…you can’t help them. Let’s hurt them. I’ve lived my life...
Tyrants Will Be Furious, Children All Delirious
TYRANTS WILL BE FURIOUS, CHILDREN ALL DELIRIOUS FICTION By RICH BAIOCCO PHOTO BY NATHAN RICHARD WAGNER, BRAZIL Young Sabelle is waking through a death again and you’re not here to guide her this time either. It’s a messy death, but don’t you remember the way her mother used to nightmare in the summer? Raven hair oiled in gluey waters, all weight pinned through her toes to the only sturdy...
Country Boy and some City *Ish
Country Boy City *Ish Friend of mine was in town this weekend. We rarely see each other, maybe only once every year or two but sometimes things line up: jump a train in some virginia railyard, or dance parties in Portland. Search for Spanish ships in empty riojas bottles or howl along the filthy river banks of New York City. Some people out there remind you that life is full...
BILDUNGSROMAN AND GERONIMO REX “The spinster librarian got on me one...– GERONIMO REX, Barry Hannah. Faulkner can sustain some pretty impressive paragraphs, but there are other southern writers that can do it too. Check them out as well. It’s 2010. This excerpt reminded me exactly why I hated certain teachers back in high school. This novel is considered a...