1. Pixilated Rainbows
I play Tetris when I have writer’s block, inserting bricks like memory cards into walls that have forgotten where we live and, already, what we’ve built.
Archive for September 2009
The Bad Poem
In Fiction on 22 September, 2009hobo dinners on the half shell
asian girls in tupac tees
white guys with chink eyes
the cobble stones are paved with blood
from rats that hide
beneath the street
Pity Party
In Process on 17 September, 2009Columbus Day, Noon.
When I click open my inbox the name pops up. I’m not sure how to feel. Excited, but also nervous. This agent has shown interest once before, the only one so far. I breathe in, staring at the name in the inbox. This needs to be good.
Four Stories I Cannot Write
In Poetry on 14 September, 2009“Perhaps instead of a book I could write lists of words, in alphabetical order, an avalanche of isolated words which expresses the truth I still do not know” – Italo Calvino
albumen
before
child
grit
secretly
shame
Mike Young makes moonbats in your brain
In Interviews on 8 September, 2009Mike Young is a boy with a persimmon-shaped heart who lives in California and likes words like cherimoya. He co-edits NOÖ Journal and Magic Helicopter Press and a full-length book of his poetry, We Are All Good If They Try Hard Enough, is forthcoming in 2010 from Publishing Genius.