Two poems in So and So

So and So‘s latest issue just launched with two of my poems: “Assignation” and “Santa Monica.” Here are three lines from a poem:

What clings to the brick wall is gray. How plastic
numbers shuffle across tables, collecting
fingerprints.

Read the rest at So and So — which also has great new work by Amy Lawless (“His fingers are small matte pigs”) and Adam Soldofsky (“Incredible lengths of time are pressed into your head”) and other poets —

The Supplies in Juked

My short story, “The Supplies,” is now up in Juked! It’s about temping and driving and making out. Here’s an excerpt:

Driving to Roy’s that afternoon I felt a connection to everyone I saw, a deeper sort of understanding about our relatedness that didn’t need to be defined in concrete, hierarchical terms. I took time to notice the people inside the cars, their little fidgety preoccupations. Here we all were on our various paths, which weren’t so much paths but rather oneiric somnambulations, bumping gently along in the manner of benign bacteria. This is the attitude I should have had all along, I thought, just saying yes to whatever wanted to happen, not in an overt or grabby way, but in a more acquiescent, shrugging manner.

Juked is an indie lit journal, with new work going up weekly. Dig through its archives for works by Aimee Bender, Tao Lin, and other writers I like.

A Story in Eclectica

My short story, “Holiday Love Scarf,” is now up on Eclectica Magazine. Here’s an excerpt:

His tone grew more relaxed as he spoke, prouder, like he was happy for the opportunity to shape the vague meanderings of his life into concrete proof of an adventurous spirit. He said he’d traveled to Thailand twice in the last year. His eagerness to be perceived as a rebel of sorts roused my sardonic proclivities—he actually used the word hedonist to describe himself—yet that same eagerness also revealed a vulnerability in him that softened me. I wondered if I talked the same way about my life, if my little attempts to reframe my past were similarly transparent and frantic.

Enjoy Eclectica Magazine’s July/August issue

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