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Monthly Archives: March 2011


This year I’m not doing it. I’ll still be posting a daily poem and prompt like I’ve done in years past, but I’m too busy getting Upper Rubber Boot Books off the ground to write a poem every day. URB will be publishing ebooks of poetry, short story collections, and novels, both new and out-of-print. […]

What is wrong with the Man Booker Prize?

The finalists for the fourth Man Booker International Prize were announced today. Irritatingly, of the thirteen finalists, only four are women. Even more irritatingly, my kneejerk reaction to that was to be pleased that so many women were nominated, so accustomed am I to only one or two gracing such lists (not the Man Booker […]

What I did last Sunday, and why I love living in Nashville.

Queens of the Stone Age live at the Ryman: “Regular John” & “Avon” ; “If Only” ; “Walkin’ on the Sidewalks” ; “You Would Know” ; “How to Handle a Rope” ; “Mexicola” ; “Hispanic Impressions” & “The Bronze” ; “Give the Mule What He Wants” ; “Go with the Flow” ; “Turnin’ on the […]

Rolled cuffs—

Four and Twenty just posted their March 2011 issue (that links to their link to it, but here’s a direct link to the pdf). My poem “Summer in Tennessee” is on the penultimate page before the bios. For those of you interested in genesis, it’s a failed haiku. I couldn’t compress it enough to make […]

I took the bladders of blood to the blood bank. The teller was a young woman in a smart black suit with big lapels that looked like they had coathanger wire inside them to keep the points pointy. Her face was as blank and innocent as a head of lettuce, like all the rest of them.

Hey everybody, the Strange Horizons 2010 readers poll closes tomorrow. I have a short story (“Sundowning“) and a poem (“Improving on Nature“) up for it. Also I thought Meghan McCarron’s short “We Heart Vampires” and Peg Duthie’s poem “By Way of Sorrow” were stand-outs. Vote here: ETA: Results here.

steered by a virgin

My short, short, short story “The unicorn pulls…” (originally called “Work Requirements”) was reprinted today at Trapeze Magazine.

The first word we lost was the name of that thing with the buttons, the one you speak into to talk to someone who is far away or at least not in the same room. The thing you call people with. We woke up one day and the word was just gone, no one anywhere could remember it. It even vanished from dictionaries, as far as we knew, though in all fairness no one could recall how to spell it to look it up.

Read “The Way We Speak Now” by Angi Becker Stevens. Also, further to my last: HarperCollins, OverDrive Respond as 26 Loan Cap on Ebook Debate Heats Up.