An except from the novel Wagon 537 Christiania
Per Šmidl lived in a wagon in Copenhagen’s Christinia for two years. His autobiographical novel describes living there among people with an individual and original approach to life, curious tourists, anarchists and whatever category you can think of.
Christiania’s birthday opened the yellowed photo album of my mind exactly to the page where the pictures from Christiania’s ten years anniversary celebration are forever inserted. On that day, one of the items on the agenda was a dog show. This epic event took place in the open area in front of The
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Listen to a reading of “CAT-STEALER” by Simon Jacobs.
When he whirls around in the doorway to face me, that’s when I see what he’s taken: tucked under his arm, limp and nonplussed as all get out, it’s our beloved cat, held like a hostage. This is what people are doing now, just walking into other peoples’ houses and seizing pets like there’s no such thing as ownership. But I cannot accept this. “PUT SMOKY DOWN.” This was in the days before we left for good, while we were deciding what to leave behind to the elements and
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Bullshit Rodeo is a nonlinear narrative written from the perspective of a woman stuck at the poverty level in rural Texas who is struggling with depression, anxiety, a sexless marriage, motherhood and unrequited love. It is a bitter love letter to Texas and a starry eyed love letter to California and Dan Zero, the anti-hero of the small press.
Last night my friend from Los Angeles called to check on me. She was drinking a six dollar bottle of wine she had purchased at Trader Joe’s. She told me there are three vortices on her property and she can hear
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Excerpt from novella “Getting Lucky,” from GETTING LUCKY: NEW & SELECTED STORIES, 1982-2012.
(Part I of V)
I. The Award Lucas “Lucky” Bohannon lays the tux out on the ratty bedspread alongside his leopard-skin pillbox hat, black designer T-shirt, and white suspenders. He wishes Lotte-Mia was with him – he could tell her this hotel is the one where Joe Buck spent his first nights in Manhattan in Midnight Cowboy. You have to be quick to see it in the movie — it’s only on screen for a second or two – a long, vertical, neon sign hugging the
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M.O.N. ObliviOnanisM. Volume I: Dissolving. ISBN-13: 978-0615730929. gnOme books. 2012. 96 pp. $9.99.
A profanely mystical work of hyperpurple theory-porn, ObliviOnanisM is an auto-erotic intellectual fiction envisioning the phantastical unending odyssey of a young woman, Gemma, whom you will never know.
“ObliviOnanisM is some pretty weird shit . . . Language-wise, it’s written like one of Lovecraft’s fantasy stories, all flowery and dense, winding prose. We go deep into Gemma’s darkest desires . . . The general tone and feeling of the text are equal parts Bataille and Story of O . . . frankly, it’s amazing to me that
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About the novel: Artie Pendragon loves anarchy, pee wee soccer games, and midget wrestlers. He really hates high school, but his plan to blow up his school is interrupted when he is declared the king of TV Land. After taking the throne, Artie’s pro-wrestling, non-midget uncle steals it from him and enforces a strict policy of censorship throughout the land. To take back what is rightfully his, Artie must go on a quest for the Holy Grail, which is the only thing that will make his Excalibur 3000 remote control work properly.
TV Snorted My Brain is a modern-day
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“So how are you Lau– ” “Are you– ” “I’m okay– ” “Fine– ” We meet for the first time like bemused pedestrians that can’t get past each other, moving left together, moving right together. “What are you drinking?” He asks. “Whatever you are,” I say. The deep-red wooden tables are scarred with rings from cold beer and warm glasses and the wallpaper’s faded yellow from before the smoking ban and any lock-in’s since, but it’s a warm-feeling place, soaking up the way the punters feel and storing it in the carpet,
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Jennifer’s Facebook was without posture. Like she’d answered the questions rapidly, no consideration of real-world consequence. She liked eighties movies, still mourned Bradley Nowell. Occupation: EMT. Relationship Status: Single. Mom reappeared, racket in hand. “I’m going to the club if you want me to drop you at Whole Foods. Benjy said he’d pick you up in an hour.” I was twenty, didn’t have a license. Benjy had been old for his grade. When he turned sixteen Dad had bought him a Range Rover to make up for marital misconduct. Car was yellow, colossal, called the Short Bus
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(Part 1, Part 2)
Mary found the white plastic shopping bag containing a framed color photograph in the trunk of his car. Bill removed the keys from his back pocket while walking across the teacher’s parking lot. The silver frame held the snapshot of a teenage girl with curly blond hair standing on the shore of a lake. He slid the key in the lock and turned it to the left. Judging by the faded colors and the girl’s blouse, Mary decided that it had been taken in the mid-seventies. He closed the door and pulled the
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Bill thought of taking her picture as she stood on the shore of Sylvan Beach. Sarah had removed her sneakers and socks, rolled up her jeans, and stepped into the dark gray water. “It’s sooo fucking cold!” He was standing five yards away when he framed her in the viewfinder and focused. She looked down at the miniature waves breaking around her ankles just before he took the picture. “Why were you playing a role?” Bill asked. Sarah’s shoulders were covered with gooseflesh, “I guess in some stupid way I felt that if
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