16 4 / 2014

Hey all, very pleased, excited, humbled to have a story in issue 3 of Tupelo Quarterly. I’m pasting it below for you to read (it’s very short) but I implore you to check the rest of the issue out. Some fantastic stories and poems. (Seriously, it’s all great stuff by writers way out of my league.) Don’t forget to check out the art, too.

Weird stuff floated in the water. My brother was due home any moment. He and I lived alone on the river on old family property, but we didn’t have any money. I can’t explain to you how property taxes work. We got by. The weird stuff in the water could have been logs, or dead bodies, or spreading orange blooms. My brother was due home soon, that was what I knew. I sat on the porch in an old rocking chair, watching the water. The rocking chair wasn’t mine—very little was. I had spent the previous year in Brazil, where I didn’t learn much of anything. I didn’t learn Portuguese. I spent the year teaching children to speak English. We never understood one another. What was there to know? There are too many ways to bend branches. They all snap the same. I sat on the porch in a rocking chair. I sat and waited for my brother. We lived alone. The river was red, maybe from the sunset, maybe from a war I hadn’t yet learned was on. Don’t you know? There’s a war on. A dog barked, somewhere. A long time ago, when my brother and I were kids, we would go swimming in the river. Before bacteria would slough off your skin, before all the manatees died. Sun struck the river, reflecting red, feeding flowering algae. The rocking chair rocked, cradle to fall. I was waiting on my brother to come home. Handshake, hug, hello. He never did.

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15 4 / 2014

"Patriots always talk of dying for their country but never of killing for their country."

15 4 / 2014

"There are a lot of different ways to group literature that is just as important if not more important than some surface level reading of the content. (“Does it have any fictional technology? It’s sci-fi!” “Does it have something scary? It’s horror!” etc.) I think we should be encouraging more ways to group literature and more ways to see how authors are in conversation with each other than just what shelf they are placed on at a bookstore."

Lincoln Michel, interviewed in Ploughshares, on genre, labeling, and the conversation between books and authors

14 4 / 2014

"Maybe this wasn’t a sickness so much as us getting older. Who knew what we were supposed to be feeling, anyway?"

Ben Marcus, The Flame Alphabet

13 4 / 2014

I don’t normally reblog gifs, but this has always been and will always be the greatest gif set on the internet.

(Source: britneyaddiction, via hardfornpr)

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11 4 / 2014

Anonymous asked: you've gotten a crush on someone you saw in a library

I remember as a kid seeing a commercial for a Pokémon version of a tomagachi, and there were a bunch of kids in the commercial, which makes sense, and I remember sort of falling in love with one of the girls in the commercial, one of those Pikachu-wielding tomagachi fiends.

But no, no love in libraries. I’ve spent enough time in them, but no love or lust of note.

11 4 / 2014

Anonymous asked: You're knuckling down and getting shit done. You're halfway through a novel you don't feel too badly about.

Yes to getting shit done (only sort of), no to the novel. Got novel ideas bouncing around, but no novel to speak of.

11 4 / 2014

Anonymous asked: you're bi

Nah. Thought about it before. But… Nah.

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Doug wrestled with a lot of emotional trauma.

Doug wrestled with a lot of emotional trauma.

(Source: professor-hooves)

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