Rough Rides & Gratitude

nous_8_coverAfter a handful of stimulating and mostly-collaborative reading events, from New York’s Hudson Valley down through the Southern Tier, I’m finally home and grounded enough to catch up on a few noteworthy updates. Please forgive my tardiness.

In late April/early May, “Cowboy” was published in the Manchester, UK-based journal NOUS, a gorgeous risographed compendium on the theme of play.

Above the water, the approaching clouds look like a wall built of prisons. Sometimes I pray this whole thing is a joke. Sometimes, it’s the opposite of praying.

In a year punctuated with some truly beautiful publications, this one might be my favorite yet. Absolutely worth the $12.

lonely-cover-humbertoMeanwhile, in a continuation of my unlikely string of successes in the United Kingdom and Commonwealth nations, the Wales-based journal The Lonely Crowd has published “Thank Me Any Day,” the first printed piece in Regan’s multi-episode series of grim family life.

Dickhead always had to wrestle the pig to get it back in its pen and by the end they’d both be caked in shit and bloodied and bruised and Dickhead always acted like he’d taken that hill, but the pig every time eventually got loose again, so who was really the king?

In addition to the printed text, there is also a video narrative of the story (included below) and a brief essay on the making of “Thank Me Any Day,” which should appear on The Lonely Crowd‘s website…someday.

And as one final note: so far, this has been a year of longlists, shortlists, and runnings up. A trio of flash fictions made it to the final round of judging for Meridian‘s Border contest. “Get Bigger” (also a Regan narrative) took third-place in the OWT’s Short Fiction Competition, and was also longlisted for the Masters Review‘s annual fiction contest. “Heart’s Last Pass” was a finalist for the RA & Pin Drop Short Story Award (which might still come with some perks: hopefully more on that soon), as was my unpublished novel Our Shadows’ Voice with Barrelhouse. I’m hoping this means that I’m building toward something instead of slipping backward. I guess only time will tell.

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“Integers” in The Humanist

coal_mining-300x200The second of this past year’s work at Hewnoaks Artists Colony to be published (on the heels of March’s publication of “Water Lily” in Tincture), “Integers” is now available at The Humanist.

The same calloused hands folded in grace at the table, enveloped faintly in the steam from mashed potatoes and steak. The same hands covering his mouth while his body wracked, trying to drag breath deeply up from the bottom of a phlegmy smoker’s cough. Only Daddy didn’t smoke. Stone dust worked in unmineable blue veins through the rough crags of his hands.

This story was inspired by the poetry of Phil Levine and Raymond Carver.

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Swans, war, and patrons of the arts


The Make X anthology.

Without a whole lot of warning, three stories stepped out into the light yesterday. Two flash fiction pieces—“Swans (Elsewhere)” and “Settle/Return”—were published as a set in the Atticus Review, who previously published my story “Thieving in Foreign Countries.” Hours later, featherproof books began taking pre-orders for the anthology Make X: A Decade of Literary Arts, collecting a broad survey of the corpus published by Make: A Chicago Literary Magazine. In addition to featuring work by such hard-hitters as Jac Jemc and Tim Kinsella, my story “Our City in Wartime” (which originally appeared in the 12th issue of Make) sees new life in the pages of this gorgeous book.

I might very well have been the last person yesterday to know that any of these stories had been released.

What I did know was happening, though, was the fine-tuning of my new Patreon page. For those of you who don’t know, Patreon is a crowd-sourcing platform made exclusively for artists, wherein patrons can pledge a monthly donation in whatever amount they like, and in return get specific rewards. In this particular instance, donors of different levels will receive monthly postcards, single-story booklets, and—for the highest donors—a special edition of my first book, White Horses, featuring new artwork and design. So if you enjoy my work and would like to help ensure that it (and I) continue, please consider becoming a monthly patron or making a one-time gift.


“Water Lily” in Tincture & an alternate Owl.

Continuing a trend of mutual love between British and Commonwealth publications and me, the Australian journal Tincture this week included my story “Water Lily” (the first of this past year’s new crop of stories written at the Hewnoaks Artists Colony) in their new 17th Issue.

Elaine’s rule was defense. This was her home. No one else’s. When the striking time arrived, she’d strike to kill. But only after the intruder struck first. She could wait as long as she needed to wait. Annette would say just bag it and tag it but Annette wasn’t here. It wasn’t her call. Elaine could afford to be patient. She would not strike first. In her mind, she certainly would strike last.

Tincture also previously published my story “Arena” in their 14th Issue in 2014.

img_0058And also this week, as a result of weird circumstance and ninja-like reflexes, a new, very industrial version of One Thousand Owls Behind Your Chest now exists in the world. This alternate incarnation of the collection can be found at Longfellow Books in Portland, Maine, in the Beyond Repair online store, and (if you feel like contacting me directly) in an envelope mailed to you from me.

“Boys’ Life / Rough Frontiers” in the Lascaux Review.


“Winter Landscape,” oil on canvas, Valerius de Saedeleer, 1931

“There’s a second when I can’t really see and I think, sure enough, my uncle and I would make a great team, swooning and faint in a rush of too much. But the truth is, I can’t really ever lose my head the way I want to. Not again.”

Read “Boys’ Life / Rough Frontiers” for free in the Lascaux Review.

“Fandanguillo” in Issue 5 of The Stoneslide Corrective

stoneslide-5“Seriously, I do not think anyone would care to understand—and you have so eloquently demonstrated this point time and time again—no one cares about the way our westbound flight chased the setting sun so the world before us, for hours above the wet Pacific, was drenched in a sweet and syrupy red, a light and a color that for most people fixed firmly to the Earth only ever last for a few seconds each day, yet can sublime on and on in a movie or in a dream. Or, just this once, for me. And even then, staring out the window with my nose stinging beneath the pungency of your highball of Ardbeg that not once before we landed left your fist, yes, even then, gazing out the porthole glass, I couldn’t help but wonder: so is this a movie, or is it a dream?”

Read “Fandanguillo” in its entirety in The Stoneslide Corrective’s new AFTERMATH issue, available now.fandanweb

One Thousand Owls in flight.


Performing from the book with Nat Baldwin. Photo by Alexis Iammarino.

Ebullient isn’t an emotion that I often feel, let alone admit to. Yet here I am, bubbly and fluid in the wake of last night’s event. Our performance could not have gone any better, and I couldn’t have done it without the support of some of the best people I know. Nat Baldwin, Genevieve Johnson, Patrick Kiley of Pilot Editions, Sam Gould of Beyond Repair and Red76, Scott Sell, and everyone making the machinery move at Space Gallery and the Maine Writers and Publishers Alliance: I owe you folks the world.

One Thousand Owls Behind Your Chest can now be purchased directly from Beyond Repair, made by human hands specifically for you.img_0051