Good News from India

To update the previous post- I have spoken with the editor of the Taj Mahal Review, and Jazz will appear in its entirety in the June issue. This means that I will grace those pages two issues in a row, much to the chagrin of literary lovers everywhere.

My Book Arrived...

...with half of me in it.
So, remember when I said I was being published in India, but I wasn't real sure what the hell was going on? It came out, although I'm still not sure what happened.
The story Jazz was used in a collection which appears to be a glamour press sort of anthology, except that I didn't have to pay to have it included- so there's that. The weird thing is that they didn't print the whole thing. It's kind of a Reader's Digest version, except that rather than a straight attempt to abridge the story they just started it right in the middle. Does it still work? Not really. I mean the writing is brilliant still, of course, but the plot is now lacking more than ever. Read the full version yourself from the link on the right or below and imagine it starting with 'The Story of Duke's Grandpa' rather than at the actual beginning. Odd me thinks.

The original version is available at:http://www.thebluemoon.com/fiction/whonea.shtml. The reprint is available in hardcover at: http://cyberwit.net/subs.htm

The Stop Light Writings

light 1
Streams to oceans
shallow and deep,
I flow too-
I scream. I weep.
I judge you unfairly
as you float on my waves.

light 2
There are trees out there
that never lose their leaves
despite cold and wind
and possible ridicule
from an exposed birch
that sways naked and free
with nothing to hide
anymore

light 3
Rabbits run across dams
and Updikes
throwing aside browning greens
like an unsolicited literary reference,
and they smile at their own absurdity

light 4
I wrote four poems
in the car today
in little less than twenty minutes
and perhaps this is the worst of them
or perhaps it is the best.
If that is the case
then the others must suck
because this isn't so much a poem
as it is a reminder
that I only wrote three poems
in the car today