The house is warm. I melt in my pants. I'm hot like a red river hog going after tree fruit. My pink knees are hot and pink. It feels like I'm bleeding, but I'm not. I'm tired is all. I'm full of stallion. I'm full of viper. I need to get laid.
The miracle worker is on the job. I can call her but I can't. She doesn't like it.
The phone screams.
I know who it is. No one calls but him. I let it ring. I know what he needs. It's like sex the way he needs it. AIDS and I'm the cure. His fix. I am his light. I open the fridge. The milk is bad.
I remember cigarettes and milk.
The fat and the smoke, the way it mingled. The way they danced on my tongue and in my lungs and in my pants. A jar of pickles. Yellow mustard. A radish. I bought it but I didn't want it. I ate its brothers. Devoured, skinned, and suckled while the moon hung over the mountains.
The phone screams.
Just a little bit.
Then I laugh like a red river hog, then I pick up the phone.
Well, I'm now the co-host to a podcast. It's called Point Blank: Hardboiled, Noir, and Detective Fiction.
Each episode, Kurt and I discuss, analyze, and review works of crime fiction.
We focus on the hardboiled, noir, and detective fiction sub-genres and feature a classic or lesser-known novel each episode.
Join us as we stroll down the dark, rain soaked alleys and into the dangerous corners of literature.
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In an unexpected confluence, I recently received copies in the mail from
Meridian: The Semiannual from the University of Virginia literary magazine out of UVa - Charlottesville. The issue in which I'm included is dedicated to the idea of "No Borders," and my story explores the racist vigilante fringe of southern Arizona. Copies are available for purchase at readmeridian.org and the stories can be read online there, too.
I am the founder and co-editor of Manzano Mountain Review (MMR). We seek submissions for our first issue from all writers.
We accept flash fiction, poetry, short stories and literary nonfiction.
For poetry: Submit up to 3 pieces at a time, but no more than 10 pages.
For flash fiction: Submit up to 3 pieces at a time (totaling no more than 1,000 words)
For longer prose: 3,000 words is our max.
For Visual art/photography: Submit work in jpg form (no more than one sub every three months).
All work must be unpublished.
Tell your friends! Tell your enemies!
I'm pleased to announce that Meridian will be publishing my short story, "See of Tiny Leaves" in their "Borders" themed Issue 39. This story is a heavily reworked version of a story that appeared in my MFA thesis. Very excited about this.
I have rekindled an old blog -- "Mountain Standard" -- over at blogspot.
It is an "Albuquerque Word Repository (Feat. Still Life, Bird-Life, Death, Dog-Bears, Voices, Landforms, Wolves, Mirages, Winds That May Exist, Winds That Don't Exist, Red Spires, Yellow Dirt, Black Flags, Truck Stops, Tacos, Dust)".
I plan to upload writing excerpts and musings on a semi-regular basis. It is a dusty plan with obscure motive, which is more than could be said of my other blog attempts.
The site can be found here: CCCCCLLLIIIIICCCCKKKK
My goal was to publish a book or to become an assistant professor of English by the time I was 40. The former is a work in progress. As for the latter, I've just been offered a position at UNM-Valencia as assistant professor of English. After a couple decades of slogging through universities and low-paying odd jobs, this is an incredible relief.
This year has been crazy. Like busy. Teaching three classes at UNM-Valencia, eating quinoa, bribing roadrunners, enduring 75 degree winter weather.
If you are interested in loud scary music with desert ambiance, then check this out. Goes well with Halloween.