I was interviewed by Christina Twu for the International Examiner
selections from the New Wave Vomit archives:
- Luna Miguel
- Frank Hinton
- Steve Roggenbuck
- Chris Dankland
- Timothy Willis Sanders
- Andrew Duncan Worthington
- Elaine Sun
- Spencer Madsen
- Richard Cheim
the legendary internet lit magazine New Wave Vomit is back, and now accepting submissions
oh hell yea
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"Love feels like a thing people eventually learn to live without like tonsils or god."
Di “sí” cuando James te invite a L.A. con él por el fin de semana. Pregúntale qué tipo de gente va a haber allá. Camina con las manos en los bolsillos y date cuenta de que no conoces muy bien a James. Siente un respeto mutuo y cálido porque has leído sus poemas en clases antes y te gustó el del…
thank you, matiasidk, for translating my piece
Check out Elizabeth Ellen’s entry (‘Persona’).
More new stuff over at Everyday Genius, including things by Alexandra Naughton, D. Foy, Megan Lent & more.
richard chiem, ‘old tampons,’ pop serial issue ii
i already posted about this but goddamn
this lil guy just arrived on the doorstep 🙀🙀🙀 http://ift.tt/1z3VvVJ
i have a new essay up at the fanzine about living relatives of adolf hitler, evil, inheritance, cowardice, etc.
i hope it is not too much.
the paintings accompanying the text are by seattle-based painter justin duffus, and i think they’re great.
at least go look at the paintings.
It’s June now, but I meant to post this last one on Saturday:
When you are in love, all the world’s love stories and love songs unlock. It’s like how after you’ve read Shakespeare or the Bible, you suddenly understand all the references to Shakespeare or the Bible in our culture. Every love song or love story seems relevant to your life, and you’re no longer reading from a critical and analytical distance. You get it now, and when it’s a good love story even more so, a good love story like “Old Tampons” by Richard Chiem.
If I were to quote a line here from this story, I would end up quoting it in full. So just go read it in Richard Chiem’s book You Private Person, or online at Pop Serial and New Wave Vomit. The prose has power on its own, but maybe you’ll understand too. Maybe there is someone important to you, and you are ready to be lit up and know every word Richard Chiem is talking about.
As for me, last year I think I read the stories in You Private Person at the right time.
May was national short story month. The Bushwick Review featured a short story every day on this tumblr, all by living writers. This post concludes the series.
thanks Kristen :)
IT’S COOL TO FEEL A little defeated. Wake up ass crack early, find your eyes walk barefoot in the dark naked in endless tandem. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and say, The fuck you know. Give a little love today, more than you like, again and again. And more, again and again. Something nearly wells up inside and reaches a threshold of overwhelming clarity, waves and waves of this passes through me when the cat starts pawing at the door. If I cry it’s because I am on the verge of something good and ugly. I want to die in a hundred thousand painless ways to return to bed so I don’t have to go to work on Monday. Feeling bled out is normal right before I meet the carpool six a.m. on the button and it’s my time again. It’s my time to rage in a quiet I wish you not know.
The funk is your brother, hell is my maximum. If I could be doing anything right now instead of going to work, I would be flying over all these cars in traffic, the higher I go the more life I would feel, the louder the thunder. Because of how they suffer, I am bound to these people. I pack peanut butter and honey and bite my pear without looking at it. Beautiful light reflects off every useless surface, the highway dips and rises.
Waiting for coffee in the break room, I leave my mouth a little open. There is the center at the center if I can tap into whatever I tap into the right way and breathe out. It’s usually the same: I almost lose it. I come this close to losing it and the difference is a hair’s breath. But there it is, arriving, a little calm. I fall in love with every asshole that comes near me, every single person.
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