Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts. - Jim Morrison
Because I've been accused of being self-deprecating, I'll throw modesty to the wind and tell you I have a short piece up at the Bloody Bridge Review. I'm pretty happy to share the company of the writers they've featured thus far.
While at it, I'd like to plug LBJ, a literary journal from the University of Nevada that encourages environmental literature. They're currently considering poems, fiction and creative nonfiction on an avian theme for upcoming issues.
Another one of my favorites is the New Ohio Review Follow the link for Stephen Dunn's A Discreet Charm and you won't be sorry.
let’s drink to an evening as solemn
as Eugene Debs demanding fair wages—
his smile the bent arrow only the best men
can point at themselves.
Their reading period is September through May and they're running an awesome contest.
Inspired by Monkeybicycle, I've been experimenting with the one-sentence story. For every one I write, I throw one away.
While the teacher was at the beer garden they tied her in her chair and when he returned smelling of his lunch, she was punished for being lazy.
Should I throw it away? Should I write of funny things or of what the full moon suggested to me? Should I write of his flat stomach or her naked back, bent by disease for which there is no cure? What would your rather read about?
I have a suggested lyric for the albino Muslim rapper:
no . . . I don't
. . . changed my mind
I'm taking President's Day off to write and I'm not telling anyone. A day for writing, browsing my blogger friends and literary journals, corn chowder, music and dancing with myself.