Nasty, Brutish, and Short

Nasty, Brutish, and Short…no, I’m not talking about my ex (or yours)NBNS is a site featuring the flash fiction of Patrick M. Tracy.  I especially liked Little Mementos.  Here’s a snippet:

“Sandy Beckford, his partner in Robbery/Homicide, got a good snicker out of it.  Alex remembered when she’d have been sick looking at something like this, the unknown victim in an alley next to a dumpster, his face knocked off the rough and dirty way.  He liked her better now, those delicate parts of her broken.”

You can read the entire story at the link above.  Patrick offers to share the limelight and post the work of other authors on his site, as well.

He recently had one of his stories, Cleanup Crew, published in Tales of the Zombie War, an online journal with the very specific focus of “works of zombie apocalypse fiction.”

November 07 Comment Contest Winner

Congratulations Glenn Ingersoll.  You are the winner of the easiest contest ever!  Please let me know which site you’d like your ginormously huge monetary reward ($5 gift certificate) to go to:  amazon.com or cafepress.com.

And for everyone who hasn’t won yet but would like to, check back for another easy contest in December.

Best Porn Spam Comment Ever

I get a lot of comments on this site that are advertisers looking to generate links to their own pages.  Most are either car dealerships or porn sites (equally sleazy, in my opinion).

Usually, the automatically generated comment is 1 of 3 things:

  • Cool.
  • Interesting.
  • Sorry 😦

Or it will be some sort of gibberish generated by a robot somewhere putting random words together in a nonsensical way.  Fortunately, the program I’m using (WordPress) has an excellent system for catching these, so no junk comments ever make it onto the actual site (yay for Wordpress!).

Recently, though, I got a comment that I found quite funny, so I thought I’d share it with you:

“It is tough striving to number the time we have used up searching for porn info.”

Aww–I actually almost felt sorry for a moment for those poor folks valiantly striving and dedicating their precious time to finding porn info.  LOL.

The Orange Room Review

Thank you to Justin Hyde for sending me an email and turning me on to the online poetry journal, The Orange Room Review.  (Yes, I am getting some emails, but I’m not sure if I’m getting all emails, so if you’ve sent me one and think I’m ignoring you, I probably didn’t receive it.  Or possibly I actually am ignoring you and using this as an excuse. 😉 )  Anyhoo…

Justin has another exceptional poem (I don’t think he writes any other kind) published in the current edition called she told me her mother slept with a revolver.  This is one of those poems where an excerpt wouldn’t do it justice — you have to read it as a whole to get the full impact, so go click on the link above.

Interestingly and coincidentally, the current issue also features a poem by Zachary Bush who was just featured in a recent post here at A Bunch of Wordz.  The poem is called My First Week at the Boys Boarding School.

Also, check out Before Dawn by Elliot Richard Dorfman.  I like the rhythmic flow he achieved in this short poem and the way he put his words together to convey a certain kind of feeling to go along with what he had to say.  Here are a few lines:

“In the dark, the mellow chimes
of my clock strike the hours.
I feel serene and transfixed in a world that
seems to be mine, alone.”

I know I have a few regular readers who are writers themselves, so I thought it worth mentioning that the turnaround for submissions at this magazine is unusually fast at between 1 and 14 days — good news if you’re looking for a quick response to your poetry submittal.

Jet-Powered Outhouse-mobile

Forget showy roadsters and souped-up muscle cars.  If you feel the need for speed combined with a desire to stand out from the crowd, then there really is only one choice…the speeding outhouse:

“Some folks like to take their time on the can. Not Paul Stender. When the 43-year-old former pit mechanic feels the need for speed, he straps himself into his jet-engine-equipped toilet and roars off, trailing flame…Powered by a 50-year-old, 750-pound Boeing jet turbine that Stender bought for $5,000, the “Port-O-Jet” can top 46 mph with a tailwind. ‘It’s not real aerodynamic,’ he allows.”

Read the entire article and see a photo at popsci.com.

We Swallow(ed) Spiders in our Sleep

The latest edition of Word Riot is out, and a review caught my eye because of the title of the book:  We Swallow(ed) Spiders In Our Sleep.  The book is a collection of poems by Zachary C. Bush, and you can read the review here, which includes a few excerpts.  I gather that the reviewer, Christopher Cunningham, is a bit of a poet himself, judging from the opening sentence of his article:

“Zachary C. Bush’s hallucinatory poems, riddled with unexpected word choices, strong images, the occasional foray into surrealism and the razor edges of a hard young life being lived are the songs of an adventurous poet determined to squeeze each drop of lyrical imagination from the sun-burned, needle-pricked, aching skin of existence.”

Wow.  If I ever manage to get a collection of my own poetry together, I’ll have to remember to send a copy to him for review.

Unfortunately, like most poetry chapbooks, it’s not available on mass market sites like amazon.com.  The book is published by Pudding House Publications, but is not listed on their early 90’s-style webpage either (frames? really??) for some reason.  The author advises in his blog to contact Jen@puddinghouse.com to order a copy.

Following are pieces of poems I found by Bush in online magazines.  I’m not sure if these poems are published in his book or not, but these should give you a feel for his writing style.  The first excerpt is from Expelling Angels(s) as published in The CommonLine Project:

Love was spending Sunday
Mornings in bed wrapped in you,
Laughing at the weeping angels
Blanket curled, leaned against
The grey brick corner of my mind, holding
Soggy cardboard signs that read:

[Will Work for Some Pity]

And this one is from a poem called 18. as published on the  cleverly named site, Unlikely 2.0.

Blindfold her        tight, not to allow light.
Strip her               slowly.
Lay her                on granite couches clothed in velvet.
Tie her                  limbs with maroon sash.
Offer her              drinks flavored with peppermint and sweat.

I will be keeping my eye on this talented writer and also keeping my fingers crossed that his next book is a little easier to get my hands on.

L8r G8r — A Novel Using Internet-speak

The quest to feature one 2007 novel for each letter of the alphabet continues.  L8r G8r (as in “Later Gator”) by Lauren Myracle represents the letter “L,” and it looks really freakin’ cool.  It is the third in a series of young adult novels (although there’s no reason the book can’t be enjoyed by old adults, too, like me).  The first book in the series was TTYL (Talk To You Later) and the second was TTFN (TaTa For Now). 

The novel is done in a style where it is built out of instant messages.  I want to read it not only for the story, but to see how the author brings this style to life.  Plus, being an internet addict, the whole concept appeals to me.

Fantastic Fiction offers this description of this unique novel:

The winsome threesome say “l8r” to high school in this sequel to the New York Times and Publishers Weekly bestsellers ttyl and ttfn

Through their instant messages, three inseparable friends have shared the ups and downs of high school. They’ve survived a flirtatious teacher, a witchy classmate, a pot-smoking smoocher, a Care Bear-toting stalker, and much, much more. Now it’s their senior year, and Angela, Zoe, and Maddie–otherwise know as the winsome threesome–are feeling invincible. Too bad Jana, the Queen Bee who made their sophomore year a nightmare, is on the warpath again.

The Oops Wrong Cookie blog says:

Don’t let the unusual format turn you off from a touching, well-written story. Yes, even though you may cringe at the thought of reading all lowercase typing, 3 different fonts (including blue type), and abbreviations like “cu”, “ur”, “plz” and “g2g”, it’s such a fun story. Honestly, there isn’t much IM language in here as I thought there would be. It’s really a novel in dialogue. Just think of it that way and give it a try.

You can view the author’s website at laurenmyracle.com or read her blog here.