It’s A Black Celebration

This happened ten years ago tomorrow. Enjoy.

We All Look So Perfect As We All Fall Down

I watched the bleak emptiness of Church Street, the rain hitting the brick road that welcomed tourists and drunks on weekends and summers. I opened my journal with the Dashboard Confessional sticker on the black hardcover, started writing.

“Merry Christmas. What can I get you started with?” My server wore cat’s eye glasses, a Wonder Bra that made her breasts like the embryos from Alien wanting to burst their way out of her Hooters t-shirt but couldn’t. I turned my head only, kept my pen hovered over the empty page.

“A Coke, please.” I turned back to the journal, started writing again. Adam Sandler yelled about something. The big screen TV cut to a scene where him and a little boy pissed on an alley.

***

Ticketmaster wasn’t expecting me to be back at my cubicle at a specific time. I worked my eight hours answering e-mails about why people wanting to switch tickets because the ones they got two hours after onsale were better than the ones they got three minutes after onsale. Between e-mails, I macked women I stumbled onto on Yahoo Profiles. Four months after I graduated college and I still worked as an e-customer representative. What did I do wrong?

***

“Here you go.” The cat’s eye glasses wearing server returned with a giant plastic glass of Coke. She asked what I wanted (burger and fries) then headed to the kitchen to place my order. I knew she shook her ass in the way Hooters girls are taught to shake their asses in the orientation video but I was too busy writing.

***

Since Ticketmaster authorized part-time employees to work overtime, I worked two or three 16-hour shifts a week, making a lot of money and keeping me out off my mother’s crosshairs. She wasn’t as mean to me when I woke up on the futon in the room that my younger brother and I shared since I was out working so hard, working like she’d want her 22-year-old son with a college degree to work while he still lived at home.

***

My server brought back a basket of burger and fries, placed it gently away from my journal.

“What are you writing?”

I should have said “A poem about you” because I wanted to have her phone number, to take her out some time and talk over drinks about our jobs and how we hated them and stumble drunkenly back to her place where I cover her mouth so her roommates don’t hear us. “Some ideas.”

“Are you a writer?”

“Yeah, I am.” Her boredom, my awkwardness killed the conversation. I shut the journal, ate the fist of bun and meat bit by bit. I fought the urge to leave my phone number on the final receipt before I left, heading back to Ticketmaster until the next morning to answer more angry customer service e-mails and not think of home.

This is the entry in the aforementioned journal I wrote originally about having Christmas dinner at Hooters. Happy Holidays!

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Looking Back, Ahead

I’m not someone who revels in accomplishments. I allow a moment to recognize what I’ve done, then keep moving forward. I’ve done a lot this year. Let’s start from the most important.

1. Walking away from the Broken Speech Poetry Slam

This is the most important thing I did in 2011 as a writer and as a person. I did the slam for ten years and three months. Not a lot of people can say they ran a show for ten years, or five years, or even a year but I get to say that I did this and it was needed at the time for Orlando’s literary health. There were several influencing factors for finally ending it: my divorce, the 2010 team flopping really badly after a great run to semis in 2009, attendance, poets not really pushing themselves to be great any more, going to my first AWP conference. The final Grand Slam will be a show many will speak of for years to come, including the return of my ex-wife to host and three amazing rounds where everyone pulled out all the stops because they knew this was the end of something special. Winning the final Grand Slam was a huge surprise. Being on that stage one last time to say goodbye was hard but it had to be done. It was a good ten years. There are plenty of poetry nights now and that’s great and bad at the same time because poets from one night don’t migrate over to other nights and that’s why I…

2. Started There Will Be Words

AWP gave me a lot of good ideas. There Will Be Words was one of them. I came up with the idea while heading back from the conference with my conference buddy. Burrow Press came up with some additional ideas to mine when I pitched it to them and the results have been spectacular. Eight great shows, a combined show with Quickies! in Chicago this March during AWP 2012, and Orlando has a prominent showcase for prose instead of poetry. This confirms what I always knew about Orlando: if you build a good show, people who give a shit will come. I look forward to seeing this show pass my personal record of running a show for ten years and three months.

3. Bringing Literary Death Match to Orlando

AWP helped me meet the creator of Literary Death Match, which motivated me to work with Burrow Press to bring this show to Orlando and thanks to them, they did. So far, there’s been two great LDMs with the promise of more LDMs in Orlando. This is another step in the right direction for Orlando’s literary health.

4. Going to AWP

This was my first year in the conference after going to the National Poetry Slam for several years. I like AWP so much better on many levels (more talented writers at AWP than at Nationals for one). It allowed me to meet people I’ve only dealt with through e-mail, read in front of new audiences. AWP is where I got to see my first Literary Death Match and meet some talented local grad students that also helped get There Will Be Words started. I can’t wait to go in March 2012.

5. Wrote my first novella

When I asked HOUSEFIRE to put me down for their novella challenge, I had no idea what to expect. The longest story I wrote up to that point was “Retrieval“. Bodies Made of Smoke showed me that I could write longer forms of fiction, so much so that I’ve written two other novellas this year, including the latest one going out in installments through The Squawk Back. I might have finally built the muscle to go for a full novel in 2012. We’ll see.

6. Wrote non-fiction

I finally realized that I have experienced things that are interesting and worth writing about, like how my mom taught me how to put on a condom, how my mom is a bit of a Darwinist when it came to letting me pick my clothing, how much of a slut I have been, and spending 23 hours in New York City just to see The Cure. I know I have a lot more in me and I know I’ll do more interesting/crazy shit to write about.

7. Wrote poems not addressed to a specific woman

I’ve been a bit of a slut with poems since separating from my wife and I’ve done things I said I wouldn’t do, like writing a poem for someone just as an opening gambit, perhaps even getting it published so I get laid that much better. I refrained from writing poems about the women I was in a relationship with because I noticed a pattern of poems ruining relationships. One I did a good job with. The other, not so much (as you can read here and here). After the break up with my previous girlfriend, I listened to The Afghan Whigs album Gentlemen a lot, and I realized I identified with it so much I had to write poem for song interpretations from my own perspective. I found it Ampersand Books will publish it in 2012 under their Bloody Fine Chapbooks imprint. I did another project like that for Death Cab For Cutie’s Transatlanticism, which will come out in mid-2012 from Artistically Declined Press. I’ve realized that I can’t keep writing poems as opening gambits or as romantic gestures. I’ll still write poems, just not about women I’m interested in or dating or even broken up with.

8. Made it to the Write Bloody shortlist

This was a shocker. I’ve not been a National Poetry Slam semi-finalist or finalist or champion or any kind of champion in slam so when I saw my name on the Write Bloody shortlist, I was stunned. I wasn’t one of the cool kids in slam so the fact I made it that far just based on talent was validating. This kickstarted the final edit I needed to make to We Will Live Like Our Ghosts Will Live, which though Write Bloody passed on it, YesYes Books will put it out in 2013. I am going to try again in 2012 with something. We’ll see how it goes.

Honorable Mentions

2011 has been pretty good to me. Keep your tarps on, kids. I’m still gonna make a splash in 2012.

Have a good holiday.

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I Bring You Gifts

Last night, I read as my tween lit paranormal romance author persona J. J. Curry Ford at Speakeasy over at Wills. You can check out what I read here and here.

My non-fiction piece about seeing The Cure last month in New York was picked up by Monkeybicycle. You can check that out here.

An excerpt of my second novella, We Have Such Lovely Parting Gifts, is up this week at A-Minor, which you can check out here.

The Squawk Back has put out part two of my third novella, Dancing with Steinbrenner, which you can read here.

I’ll do my retrospective stuff next week as the year closes out. 2011 has been really good to me. I can’t wait to see what I can get done in 2012. Enjoy your day.

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On Dancing On Graves

The idea for Dancing with Steinbrenner started in a GChat with a friend last year, whose name I have hid. (All of my spelling errors have been preserved).

me: I have figured out what the next film that allows Jimmy Fallon to be a star in
[redacted]: what is that
me: Dancing On Steinbrenner
a buddy comedy where four die hard sox fans sneak into the cemetary where Steinbrenner is buried to dance on it with wacky results
[redacted]: haha
wow
me: Jimmy Fallon as a widower whose wife was inadverntantly killed by a foul ball hit by Alex Rodriguez
[redacted]: lol
me: Shia Lebouf as a post op FTM whose father killed him self in 1986 after Bill Buckner let the ball slip through his legs
Chow Yun Fat as a millionaire who made his fortune on the 2004 AL Championship Game
[redacted]: you are on a roll
me: and Amy Adams as the non-offensive friend who is in love withLebouf’s character but doesn’t know he was once a she
[redacted]: lol
me: it would either be a great movie
or a train wreck
especially when I cast Phillip Seymour Hoffman as Joe Torre

Some ideas you have to hold onto for awhile and I wasn’t quite ready yet to create something so bizarre. At that time, my divorce was finalized and I was a seeping wound, writing about the divorce and the failed relationship and about destroying other relationships. I was just getting back to fiction after a decade or so hiatus so I was rebuilding atrophied muscle. Then, HOUSEFIRE challenged me to write a novella in six weeks, and I did. I challenged myself to write a novella in a month, I did. I was finally ready to bring Dancing on Steinbrenner to life as Dancing with Steinbrenner. I don’t want to talk about it too much because it’ll give too much away. You can read Part One here. The rest will come out in future issues.

Ben Tanzer’s latest collection So Different Now through CCLaP Publishing is so fucked up and dark and awesome, an antithesis to my favorite book of 2011, his novel You Can Make Him Like You. So Different Now is a gorgeous e-book and it’s worth kicking in a little money for. You can check out more information about it here.

2011 has been pretty awesome. Let’s talk about why some other time.

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Feeling Hood Rich Famous

Earlier, I got an e-mail from someone asking if I was the poet who wrote this poem (“Gute Natch”). I didn’t remember the line he quoted until he pointed me to this Google search where it’s been reblogged and quoted like mad for two days. I did some digging through Tumblr and found where it began. I am incredibly honored and floored at the amount of attention this poem has gotten, so much that I tweeted a thank you to the person who quoted it and started this craze.

I finished a draft of the third novella, Dancing With Steinbrenner. It’s clocks in at 12,000 words. I’m letting it breathe a little before I go in and start playing with it. I’m proud of accomplishing this on many levels. I feel myself building up to something bigger. 2012 is going to be a very interesting year.

Speaking of big, I’ll be part of a big Vouched Presents show in Atlanta on April 6, 2012, featuring Matt Bell, Tyler Gobble, Brian Oliu, Christopher Newgent, and Melysa Martinez. This is going to be a goddamn epic. More details to come.

I read my poem “The New Year” for Orange Alert. You should listen to it here.

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When It Comes Apart, We’re Gonna Have Some Fun

It’s only Tuesday and I have a fuckton to announce.

I’ll be the new short fiction editor for NAP Magazine starting with the May 2012 issue. I’m honored to be entrusted with this, and this adds to my growing editorial resume in the indie lit world. Because of the new post, you’ll see Once, I Was An Angry Penguin from them a lot sooner before I start fictioning/editing.

Artistically Declined Press picked up Transatlanticism as part of their e-chap series, my poem for song reinterpretation of the Death Cab For Cutie album. It comes out mid-2012. You can read three of the poems from the collection here.

I’m working on a third novella, Dancing With Steinbrenner and it’s the first long fiction outside of the Bodies Made of Smoke universe (though I could make it crossover if I want to) and the fine folks at Pipe Dream published an excerpt of the novella in progress. You can read it here.

The Sparrow Ghost Collective folks were nice enough to like a poem I sent to them, which you can check out here.

15 Views of Orlando is now on presale and it looks amazing. All the proceeds go to Page 15. You should preorder it, seriously.

My sex column is back on Specter Magazine. You should read it here.

And finally, here is another reason why you should vote for me as Best Poet for the Best of Orlando 2012 The Daily City Awards. After getting a copy, click here and make it halfway down to vote for me.

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I’ve Got Some Campaigning To Do

I found out that the fine folks at The Daily City has shortlisted me as best poet for their Best of Orlando 2012 awards and I could use your help to win. Here is the link to vote (Best Poet is about midway down). If you aren’t sure if you should vote me as Best Poet in Orlando, I offer the following bodies of work from this past year that hopefully will sway you to vote for me.

A Patchwork of Rooms Furnished by Mistakes

Our Hearts Are Power Ballads

The Jujitsu of Macking

Thanks for your votes, folks. It is incredibly appreciated.

 

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The Colors Scream

I’m notoriously bad to myself when it comes to sleep. I get about 4-5 hours a night except during the weekend. During my trip to NYC, I didn’t really sleep at all and that got interesting. My body caught up with me last night and I started nodding off when I was working on my third novella and I slept on and off the couch before going to bed. Here’s the dream I had:

I lived in Downtown Orlando and I was walking with a large steel pipe/staff in my hand to go see a show at The Social. I also had to deposit a check at a bank. I went around back of the venue and I see a guy in a fur coat talking to the guard at the backdoor and the guy in the fur coat is all “You need to let me in, man. This is supposed to be a big surprise.” I recognize the guy in the fur coat and it’s Greg (fucking) Dulli. Then, I make out the guard and it’s Diamond Dallas Page. I tell them I know them both, I remember them both, and DDP bitches about how he’s now like Vincent, the New World Order faction enforcer, having to work these bodyguard gigs. I laugh and make my way to the bank where when I try depositing my check (and a handwritten poem), I get maced and arrested by the Sheriff’s Deputy. Once I explain what I handed to the teller was a poem to put in the bank for safe keeping, he let me go but not before gathering my fingerprints. That’s the last thing I remember.

My flight back to NYC was delayed because of JetBlue (mechanical failures). I complained and got a $50 credit. For some reason, I can’t seem to find a flight to Portland from them so this credit might be useless. I’m also thinking about going to Atlanta for a weekend to do some shows, possibly after Bodies Made of Smoke comes out.

Two magazines will be publishing excerpts of the prequel of Bodies, We Have Such Lovely Parting Gifts. I hope someone picks up the whole damn thing.

Work on the third novella, Dancing with Steinbrenner, is slow but I like it like this. This is the first long story that doesn’t involve gods and swords and blood and Highlander fetishes. You might see parts of it pop up soon.

Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to get dressed to work I go.

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Hustle Hard

The twelve hour work days haven’t kicked my ass strangely enough. In fact, I’ve conditioned myself these past couple of weeks of getting used to working from 9:30 am to 8:00 pm. In between, I’m writing poems or working on the first not-crazy-ass novella. I just have about four more weeks of this to go and I know I can do this. I have to.

This weekend will be an adventure, one that I may have to expand on as a non-fiction piece. I should be sleeping but I don’t know how to get myself there. To go somewhere for 24 hours and then head into work right after is something out of my comfort zone. Here’s to surviving it.

The house thing has become a total clusterfuck. I have no idea when I’m moving (or even when I can try again to close) and now, I have to give 60-day notice instead of 30-day notice. Christmas is going to be super cheap.

I dread this time of year because of the incessant music, the garish colors, the misery Christmas inflicts on people. I want the holidays to go away quickly so the new year can come along. I’m glad not to be married so I don’t have to worry about buying gifts for in-laws and dealing with in-laws and drinking because I’m dealing with in-laws. I like to drink for happy reasons, not to numb the domestic drama going on around me.

Based on this photo when I was in Barnes & Noble earlier, I feel a genre novel coming on. The love story between a moody vampire and a lovelorn mermaid must be told. Indeed, it must be told.

As if we don't have enough questionably consensual sex in teen lit today.

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Zounds Bitches!

My second fiction chapbook, We Will Celebrate Our Failures, is now on presale over at NAP Magazine. You have until Sunday to buy a copy with free shipping for just $4. The best part is that you get this in February, so if you want a twisted Valentine’s Day present for your lady/man friend or you want to say “we’re through” in the most creative way possible, get your copy here. If you want to know what you’re in for, it’s a linked short fiction chapbook about people breaking up other people’s engagements. You can read this story to see what I’m talking about.

15 Views of Orlando from Burrow Press is also now on presale. This is a fiction collection linked to various locales in Orlando and all of the writers in the collection have ties to Orlando as well, including myself, Lindsay Hunter, and others. You should pre-order it here and then come to the release party on January 31 to celebrate its release. All proceeds will go to Page 15, a local children’s literacy nonprofit that provides free tutoring and creative writing programs to Orlando public school students.

I’ve been listening to The Twilight Singers Live in New York album almost on repeat. It’s a good live album, then again I’m a big Greg Dulli fan.

I’ll be updating the Shows page soon. I have dates to announce where you can see me rock your face off with words.

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