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My story, “A Tale of Five Thousand Erections,” is out

Screen Shot 2013-07-30 at 10.31.56 PMCheck it out by purchasing the third issue of Wilde Magazine.

An excerpt:

Your first erection comes as a surprise, age 12.  You wake up from a deep slumber to find a tightness and slight pain in your pajama bottoms.  Looking down, you see the cotton pants stretching where your crotch is, and you pull the waistband tight in order to see exactly what is going on down there.  You see it.  It no longer looks like your penis.  It’s bigger—sure—and stiff, but it is also slightly elevated, pointing to just above your headboard.  You’re used to it limply laying there, a dead snake or maybe just a really tired one.  Now, it pounces in time with your beating heart.  You’ve heard of these before and expected it to happen at some point, but you thought you’d have to be a teenager for it to happen.  Further, you didn’t expect the head of the erection to be so . . . red.  You also didn’t expect the ache that would go along with it.  Nothing is like you expect it; this is a lesson you don’t really learn until later.

 

Nature of the Muse: Inspiration Achieved!

Tonight, I took part in the Nature of the Muse reading and writing event at LIC Bar in Queens, NY.  The unique aspect of this event is that the writers (e.g., me), in addition to reading work they have written before, are given prompts from the audience.  Below is the prompt I received:

IMG_0371And this is what I wrote in response:

That man and that woman are not pleased with each other you can tell because his face is all red like really red like that time I stared at this drop of blood on my arm for twenty minutes that kind of red and she’s different not red not any color she’s just quiet and not just in that she doesn’t say anything but that her whole body is quiet she doesn’t move a muscle except maybe to blink yeah she blinks every so often but not as much as normal people do how often do normal people blink now I’m blinking a lot that feels crazy and he’s talking and she’s just sitting there not blinking and Susie the bartender is like totally afraid of them and she won’t even go over there whoa the guy just did that thing where you get so upset that spittle comes out your mouth and I’m pretty fucking sure that it landed on the woman’s cheek but she didn’t bat an eye and I mean that she didn’t even blink its like she’s used to that no wonder they’re having problems I’d be all scary quiet if my spouse was pretty much fucking spitting on me I wonder if he meant to do it I wonder if he meant to just spit on her that’s crazy Harry the bar owner is whispering in Susie the bartenders ear and they are both looking at the couple and Susie shakes her head no I bet he asked her if she thought he should call the cops because it’s getting mad loud now and you know he fucking spit on her but she’s sitting there taking it all in and I bet she’s just planning how she’s going to kill him and I bet she imagines doing it and then spitting on him that would be cool why doesn’t Harry ask me what I think about if we should call the cops cause I totally think we should the guys crazy and spitting and the woman’s just sitting there planning his murder I can see it I can see what she’s thinking but Harry would never ask me because he thinks I’m a piece of shit he told me that when I got here a little late I was like an hour late and he’s all fucking crazy and oh my god I think he was all crazy with spittle too.

 

“Plaything” up @ Pif Magazine | Reading @ Nature of the Muse this Thursday!

My short story, “Plaything,” is up at Pif Magazine in their April 2013 issue.  This is a short story that represents a major shift in my writing a few years ago, so I’m proud to have the piece published.

[I love the picture they picked to go with the story . . . it's perfect.]

I’ll also be reading from the same short story this Thursday at Nature of the Muse.  Part of the event, other than the reading, is writing on-the-spot from prompts provided by the audience and then sharing the writing.  I’m excited to be part of another reading series in Queens.

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The need to write comes from the need to make sense of one’s life and discover one’s usefulness.

- John Cheever

Videos I Can’t Stop Watching Right Now, Issue #1

Last week, I wrote about Things I’m Loving Right Now.  This week, it is all about videos I’m watching right now.

This first one is a joke, but I’m seriously considering following each step.  The pea coat collar, the jutting chin, and the hoodie all make it perfect.  So, where do I get a pea coat with a huge collar?

The next one is a true WTF scenario.  Back in your day?  What day was that?  Victorian England?  Try going back there.  I’ll help you build a time machine.

This was the Google Doodle on Valentine’s Day.  All my students loved it.

Later, this weekend I will be posting a video I will never watch – the video of my reading at Boundless Tales.

Safe: Trifecta Week 14 Challenge

My entry for the Week 14 Trifecta Challenge using the word safe as “affording safety or security from danger, risk, or difficulty“.  This is a continuation of my previous entry for the Week 12.  I like the idea of using these exercises to tell a story, but slightly out of order.  This segment is later in the story than the beginning from last week.

Edie ran down the hallway of her building, breathless and frightened, cursing herself for picking yet another loser.  Although, this one – Trevor – was by far the worst.  When she saw his profile online, she definitely had the impression that he was safe.  He didn’t have any weird interests and his hair was well-groomed.  As she fumbled through her pockets for her keys, she laughed to herself.  Safe, he was not.  Quite the opposite.

She found her keys and stopped shaking just long enough to put them through their appropriate locks.  She heard Trevor coming up the stairs.

“Ooooh, Eeeeedddieeeeee,” he screamed in a fashion she thought only done by movie villians.

In addition to sounding stereotypically (and a bit ridiculously) evil, he didn’t seem out of breath.  She found this odd since he had been chasing her from the subway stop three blocks away.  As she shut the door and turned the locks on the other side, she realized that being a total pyscho probably does require that one work out.  She had liked that, too (and, if she was being honest, a small part of her still did) when she first saw his picture – he was fit.  Not in the I-spend-all-my-free-time-at-the-gym kind of way her ex Tony did.  Tony was hot, but he was a dolt.  Rather, Trevor was fit in the I-take-care-of-myself-and-care-how-I-treat-my-body kind of way.  She was wrong about the safe part, but he was certainly physically fit (if not mentally).  It was beginning to occur to her that she better re-think her criteria for selecting men.

Things I’m Loving Right Now, Issue #1

Here are some things I’m really loving right now:

Perpetual Folly, a blog about writing.

This recipe for Homemade Cheez-Its.

Ellen’s response to The Million (Bigoted) Moms.

The Ninth Circuit Court.

Washington State.

Rep. Luis V. Gutierrez’s response to Gingrich’s “Food Stamp President”

Not having a big ego.