Published by Math Paper Press and headed by founding editor and author, Jason Erik Lundberg, LONTAR: The Journal of Southeast Asian Speculative Fiction will open to submissions in June. The submission guidelines are found here. I serve as the poetry editor. And if you feel like doing two clicking exercises today, then please like and follow us. Your fingers' strategic gestures will be much appreciated. LONTAR on Facebook │LONTAR on Twitter We Bury the Landscape was reviewed at HTML Giant by Peter Tieryas Liu, author of the forthcoming story collection, Watering Heaven (Signal 8 Press, 2012). Lucky Year for My Tales My "City of the Dead," published in Connotation Press and modified to appear in its best form as part of We Bury the Landscape, is included in the storySouth Million Writers Award Notable Stories of 2011. All the fine stories are found here, stories from Mary Stone Dockery, Mari Ness, Cort Bledsoe, James Tadd Adcox, and many others. I'm extremely grateful to the judges and to Connotation Press. Cha: An Asian Literary Journal is this year's winner for best publication. Another old microfiction, "Quarter of a Body," which appeared in Thieves Jargon, was selected by Dan Chaon for the Wigleaf Top 50 (Very) Short Fictions 2012. Here's the complete list of the 50 stories that were selected. I've read some of these flash fictions multiple times. The range, the depth -- they're astounding! Michael Kimball, who authored Dear Everybody, one of the best books I have ever read, is there. Jen Knox is there. Meg Pokrass, Carrie Etter, Mensah Demary, John Minichillo, etc. The most magical moment of my life was seeing my tiny tale being singled out, alongside that of Ryan Griffith's, in Mr. Chaon's introduction. What seemed like a long time ago, my first Chaon story, here... Publication News My "Dream Monster" at Punchnel's. "Moonman" at Phantasmacore. This story is super old, from what I consider to be the Bronze Age of my writing (as for my Stone Age, ugh... I'm thankful those stories are no longer available online). "Moonman" first appeared in the anthology Pellucid Lunacy (edited by Michael Bailey). "But despite" at the superb ESC [zine], lovingly curated by Jessica Maybury. This started out as a tweet from @Horse_ebooks, my favorite sentient bot. "Twenty years of searching for little teddy" is included in the latest issue of Picayune Literary Magazine, the literary journal of New Mexico Highlands University. This poem appears in my chapbook, Insomnia, from Medulla Publishing. "Smooth Talk" is in the latest issue of Petrichor Machine. "Nowhere Room" at Chomu Press' Dadaoism (An Anthology). "Resurrection of a Pin Doll" at Aqueduct Press' The Moment of Change (edited by Rose Lemberg). This poem first appeared in Goblin Fruit. It is part of my forthcoming chapbook, Doll Plagues, Doll Lives, from Thunderclap Press. I Know What I Did This Summer I spent more than half of my Sunday's productive time transitioning to a laptop with a bigger screen. My dayjob allows me to work at home, so I have to customize my battleship's helm (a construct that's located in my bedroom) for the sake of ergonomics. Lesson learned: docx files! They had to be converted to the Windows 97-2003 format. I downsized to good old dinosaur-era Windows XP! Also, please take time to admire the large framed print I had scavenged somewhere in our bodega. I propped it on my table (also made of scavenged materials because I'm extremely cheap), and here we go. Lookit that pointlessly colorful print and my cheap plastic lamp on top of a can of Almond Roca (the buttery thing which sticks to the interstices of your teeth, becomes plaque, and (the plaque) travels to your internal organs like your heart). Almond Roca, the original buttercrunch toffee with chocolate and almonds, the killer toffee, the scourge of mankind. The moral of my story: when life doesn't give you a tall desk lamp, find a can. :D I also tried to write in our "tree house." Longhand. On pink paper. I only managed the beginning of what I think is a fine first line for a 2,000-word haunted house story (?). I am House. Let me in. What do you think? (Oh, Shirley Jackson, lend me your juices, the mojo coveted by many.) I gave up and went back to writing in front of the computer. The Spores that Came to Sarnath I discovered these strange signs behind our dilapidated shed: Picture 1: Shoggoth spores Picture 2: a "fruit" that pretends to look like a pomelo I AM NOT KIDDING!
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5/20/2012 04:55:39 pm
I loved your riff on Almond Roca. It's a candy so monumentally good one can only be tiny and too weak to resist its incredible gravitational pull!
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