I don’t always have much to say. That’s cool. I like silence just as much as non-silence. One time when I was 7 or 8, I was down by the water, sitting on the dock. It was evening, warm, purples and oranges on the surface. I just hung there staring, thinking about whatever it is children think about. Totally happy. After 10 or 15 minutes, some old woman tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a twenty-dollar bill. She said something like, “I don’t know what’s troubling you, but I hope it gets better.” And I was like, dude, I’m doing awesome. I’m just contemplative.
Not that I knew the word. But regardless, I ran off and spent that $20 on like, comics or something. Good times. Much like now. Good times. Just quiet and not writing-focused.
I like Kyle MacLachlan. Here’s that piece about him at Barrelhouse.
Mason Jar Press will have a reading at CityLit on April 14 at 11am. We’ll also have a table, selling books. I’ll be there in the morning. It’s down at UB.
I guest edited for Smokelong Quarterly a bit ago. It’s a dope flash fiction journal. I chose this story by Lori Sambol Brody from 100 pieces submitted in a week. It’s amazing. Read it.
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