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Who Wants To Live Forever?

My novella from HOUSEFIRE is out and I am excited about this. It’s been a long time coming. Ignore the out of stock thing on Amazon, seriously. Order it and you will love it. Watch the trailer and then go order it here.

Work is kicking my ass. I’m trying to adjust to the grind but not doing really well with it.

I lost my voice for the third time this year (May, August, November). The last two times I was with my ex, who worked with children, which proves children = germ warfare. Despite talking for eight hours plus at work, Throat Coat Tea has saved the day. My voice is about 65%-75% now and it gets better day to day.

I’ve been watching a lot of music videos on YouTube as of late and this one is my current guilty pleasure. Indie hip hop > mainstream hip hop.

Also, Christmas can go away. Now. Except if you want to buy my book for Christmas. Then, I will like you more. I still won’t like Christmas.

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They Say He Has Two Gods

To start, I wrote this poem after discovering my wedding invitations while cleaning my closet before my last trip to Memphis. When I looked at the invites, I realized that I forgot the year I was married, a step forward in this prolonged grieving over the death of this relationship, my longest relationship. I call it a ghost sonnet because there are unsaid things that need to remain unsaid. Check it out when you have a moment.

I’m tremendously excited that HOUSEFIRE announced the coming of my novella, Bodies Made of Smoke, this month. We worked really hard on this and glad that they are putting it out. You can read more about it here.

Heavy Feather Review gave Bodies Made of Smoke it’s first review and they say nice things about it. You can check that out here.

I am proud to represent Orlando in the Cityscapes anthology with an original Jesus Christ, Boy Detective story. Like my novella, Dancing With Steinbrenner, Orlando is a prominent setting in this Jesus Christ, Boy Detective story. If you live here, you’ll recognize some of the places. You can check that out here, along with the other excellent work in this anthology.

I’m slowly putting together the Porn for the Blind e-chapbook in Adobe Captivate. I also did a little restructuring with the Jesus Christ, Boy Detective novel (I haven’t touched in since my trip to Portland six months ago) and I have no idea where to start with revising it and figuring out what the hell to do with it. I normally work in small chunks on a consistent pattern. I have written other JCBD stories that contribute to the universe but I might have to plod through this one and figure things out.

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I Wish I Was Special

It’s been ages since we’ve talked. Ages. Let’s get down to business.

The first five hundred words of Jesus Christ, Boy Detective and The Royal Flush of Fate is up over at Unshod Quills. You should read it here.

The novel is just a hair under the 33,000 mark. I think this weekend while I’m out of town, I’ll make some serious progress (hopefully).

This is why I’ll be out of town this weekend by the way.

Yes, Atlanta, that’s this Friday. This will be my first time reading in Atlanta since July 2010, while I was in the process of my divorce. Come witness an emotionally unfettered J. Bradley do things with literature that will make you go ass to ass with a stranger for it by the end of the night (ass-to-ass).

I put together a page here on my We Will Celebrate Our Failures release party two weeks from this Thursday, which you can check out here.

There is a good chance that while I’m in Portland, my novella through HOUSEFIRE will come out provided everything goes right and I want everything to go right so badly. They released another promo still today, which you can check out below.

I don’t normally talk about upcoming poems coming out in a magazine, but this one is worth mentioning. Last Thursday, I got a poem accepted into Prairie Schooner. To say this is a major win is accurate. I work my ass off as a writer and I know my style of poetry is unusual at times and not conducive to everyone and that could be said with writing or art in general. When I got the acceptance, yes, there was a girlish scream, and drinking of almost a full bottle of $3 wine to celebrate. Then I got four rejections but so what. The secret to this game we call writing is acknowledging that you will die one day. When you accept your mortality, you become very motivated to get shit done.

The sequel to Drive came out and I bought it and read it on my Kindle this morning. Enjoyed it tremendously and am reading it again. I am hoping, hoping they adapt it into a film because it deserves to be seen on the big screen. Ryan Gosling knows how to be heartbroken. Not giving y’all spoiler alerts, though, but seriously Driven is so good (and I’m listening to this I write this paragraph).

That’s it from me for now. Hope to see you this Friday in the ATL.

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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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Are We Part Of The Plan Here?

I’m a man who needs deadlines or daily goals to accomplish things in my personal life. It’s why I’ve been such a lazy fuck about packing up my apartment (more on that in a moment). It’s why I have a habit of starting and dropping projects because of it and I realize because I didn’t thrust a daily goal or a deadline to have said project done.

I discovered during writing Bodies Made of Smoke that having the crazy ass deadline of 10,000 words in six weeks made me move my ass and set daily goals to accomplish this (500 words a day for four days, then three days off). If I went more than 500 in a day, I didn’t stop myself from writing. I kept going until I felt it was time to stop. I accomplished this in four weeks. I tried starting a couple of more novellas/novels but stopped because I didn’t set those daily goals and that end goal.

Thanks to a prompt provided by the HOUSEFIRE crew, I wrote a side story set in the Bodies Made of Smoke universe called “When You Were Brave And Wrong” and it inspired me to write a prequel novella set during Sarah’s time in high school.

The iOS5 update came with this great new feature called Reminders and you can program it to yell at you to do something on a daily basis. I set a daily reminder to write 500 words for the prequel and at 11pm every night, it yelled at me to write those 500 words. Most of the time I listened. I also took a different approach to writing it, using Q10, a lo-tech word processor program that also has typewriter sound effects so it sounds like you’re all “I’m writing on an old-timey typing device” on your hi-tech machine. I only used this software one other time to write a story (“Raymond Carver’s Dance Party“). I started it the prequel on October 14 and finished the first draft around 2:30 in the morning on November 1; seventeen days to write 10,000 words. The prequel is called We Have Such Lovely Parting Gifts and I’m looking forward to cleaning it up and finding a proper home for it.

A year ago, I didn’t think this would be possible. I was just returning to fiction, dealing with my divorce, but I worked my way up from flash fiction to longer fiction, and I owe Riley Michael Parker and HOUSEFIRE a tremendous debt of gratitude. Without that deadline, I wouldn’t be at this point in my evolution as a writer. I feel like I can accomplish so much more, that I eventually well get a novel written, probably genre so I can afford to develop a coke habit just so I can snort a Scarface-esque amount and fire an automatic weapon in the air after doing it.

I’m still not a homeowner and this is HUDs fault. It’s stereotypical to say but leave it to the government to fuck up something so simple as buying a home. I should be rewarded, not punished, for contributing to helping the economy recover. I have money and I want to use it to put people to work and make my house decent. Things are so FUBAR that I’ve reached out a senator to help fix things. My mom’s helped a lot in the untangling of the crazy shit that’s gone down and it doesn’t make any sense. It absolutely sucks that I have to keep paying extra for month to month but I can at least put in notice at any point. Once I have a deadline, then I’ll start seriously packing. Until then, I’ll do better things with my time like write and drink.

I’ve traveled to see shows before, in state. I saw The Cure in 2000 in West Palm Beach with this gentleman. I also saw them in Tampa in 2004 and 2008. I traveled to see Nine Inch Nails/Jane’s Addiction in 2009 as part of my 30th birthday celebration (and for the record, fuck a whole lot of Jane’s Addiction). I never traveled out of state to see a show…until on November 27.

I’m a tremendous fan of The Cure. I’ve seen them four times, met them once, love most of their work. I’m the guy who geeks the fuck out when they play “The Blood” (which if you are a fan of The Cure, you know what I’m talking about). They’re doing this limited engagement where they are playing three shows in LA and in NYC where they are doing their first three albums in their entirety (Three Imaginary Boys, Seventeen Seconds, and Faith) and then an encore of songs from that time span. Another reason why I love The Cure is that they consistently play two and a half to three hour sets. I got my ticket. I’m going to be in NYC for 24 hours just to see this show. I will be very groggy when I come into work after I get off the plane but this show is one of those rare shows where you see a legendary band in a small venue playing albums they haven’t played live since they toured for those albums in the late 70s, early 80s. This should be quite an adventure indeed.

I have a poem up in this fall’s issue of Moon Milk Review, which you can read here.

Check out the video of the flash horror/ghost story edition of There Will Be Words here.

You should buy the new Stamp Story [C.] anthology from Mudluscious here (not just because I’m in it or anything). And if you haven’t already, you should buy this and this.

And finally, the latest edition of my sex/dating advice column on Specter Magazine here.

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Hands On The 9 & 3

I don’t drive. I can drive and have driven in an emergency situation or two but I don’t drive. Originally, it was a rebellion thing because I didn’t feel like being my mom’s gopher but it stuck. I’ve lived a life without a car for a very long time and while it has its challenges (like my impending moving day), I don’t regret living without one. It makes you think on your feet, sharper, especially in a city like Orlando where public transportation is ok at best.

What I am damn good at driving though is shopping carts. I know how to pick a good shopping cart. The IKEA shopping carts are my favorites because of their four-wheel drive (you can ghost ride the cart…sideways son). And so in 2004, I wrote a poem about my mad cart driving skills and it in my slam poem rotation and I eventually retired it. And then I cleaned it up a little and it found a home in the latest issue of Stymie Magazine and it is a gorgeous home. You can check out the issue here and you can hear me read the poem here.

NAP Magazine will be publishing Once, I Was An Angry Penguin, the final part in what I call the Leigh trilogy. This trilogy consists of A Patchwork of Rooms Furnished by Mistakes and Our Hearts Are Power Ballads. I am trying really hard to get out of the business of writing poems to women based on patterns and so far, I’m doing a good job. It just allows me to focus on fiction more.

I’m gathering blurbs for my first novella, Bodies Made of Smoke, coming out next month through HOUSEFIRE. If you want to blurb me, shoot me an e-mail.

The fourteenth installment of my sex/dating advice column is up over at Specter Magazine. You can read it here.

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Nothing Can Touch Us, My Love

I went through the old Livejournal to find out where I was ten years ago, and I found it from an entry I wrote in 2003:

i was in bed when my mother got a call from my grandmother that she needed to turn on the t.v. when she did, she told me to turn it on. there they were, the video tapes playing over and over of the two planes slicing through those buildings. as i saw plane #2 go into the next building, Radiohead’s Pyramid Song just kept playing in my head. the slam that night had to be cancelled as UCF shut its doors.

i wasn’t quite sure how to feel.

I was fortunate enough that my grandfather was retired when it happened (he worked in one of the towers during the 1993 bombing) and I didn’t lose any one because of what happened. I’m more annoyed about how we reacted (terror color codes, bigger government, the trade of our civil rights for more protection, justifying the Iraq invasion, our increased unemployment rate, etc. etc.). While I agree that we should never forget, we should also learn from our mistakes and make better decisions.

My mother believes what is being used to keep us all separate politically is our social and ideological differences and I can see that. Karl Rove used the fear of gay marriage to get George W. Bush to get elected. The Tea Party used the fear of a black president to retake the House. We all essentially want the same thing: money in our pocket, a roof over our heads, food in our stomach, to be safe and secure. Sadly, we have a government that disagrees and until we do something about it, we will continue to have a government that keeps up separated whether by using God, guns, or our sexuality, and we will continue to make poor choices that divide us further.

The purchasing of the condo goes smoothly, so far. This week, the inspection and the HOA application process happens. The loan paperwork is in. It’s looking like if all goes well I’ll close at the end of the month and I’ll officially be one of those people who shakes their fist when my tax money is spent irresponsibly, but not in that Tea Party way. I believe in responsible spending and that global warming is real.

The CEO of Housefire Publishing, Riley Michael Parker, talked about the company in Smalldoggies. You can read the interview here.

I have a poem over at Atticus Review, which you can read here.

David Tomaloff says nice things about A Patchwork of Rooms Furnished by Mistakes here.

Finally, there’s been a line up change for this Saturday’s show over at Stardust. Sadly because of his health, Gregory Sherl had to pull out of the tour. Replacing him though will be Thomas Patrick Levy. I’m excited that I get to be in this awesome showcase of current and future YesYes Books authors. I’ll be doing some work from my upcoming book, We Will Live Like Our Ghosts Will Live, and work from other collections. It’ll be the first time in awhile I’ve done an all poetry set. It’ll be a great end to a big big week.

The novella/novel has reached a stop not because of creativity, but because of work and life. Work has been kicking my ass as of late and will continue to do so for awhile. Once things die down, I’ll hop back on it.

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This Is An Open Letter

I get invites on Facebook from people in my city to come to their shows. I also send invites on Facebook to people in my city to come to There Will Be Words. I try to show up to shows when someone I like is in them or running them. What I dislike the most is when you invite me to show after show and I come to show after show or I’m in show after show but yet you won’t come to any of my shows. Ever.

This is not just a local problem, I’m sure, and the only way we (my fellow organizers) can solve it is cutting these people off. If someone invites you to a show and never comes to yours, block their ability to invite you on Facebook. If they ask you to come to a show verbally, tell them no and explain why you won’t come (because you never come to mine when I ask). Only when they start coming to your events, then you can unblock their ability to invite you to shows and then go to theirs out of respect because they (finally) made the effort to come to your show. If the first paragraph describes you, cut the shit, seriously.

HOUSEFIRE put up the bonus story I wrote for NOUNS OF ASSEMBLAGE, which you can read here.

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I Leave You With The Photographs, Pictures of Trickery

I found myself at a work dinner talking about writing and drinking and even admitting that children are not in the cards when that topic came up and I’m realizing, man do I sound like a sad sack. And in a way I do.

This is how I work: when I am in like/love/lust/infatuation, the poems come, the fiction stays home, tapping its toes, arms crossed, waiting for me to come home drunk and rub my face in the mess I’m gonna make because I’ve had too much of whatever to whatever. When I am not in like/love/lust/infatuation, the fiction comes, the poems stay home, listen to The Cure (Dashboard Confessional for the early aughts, I guess Bon Iver for the late aughts) and cry that I don’t love them any more. There are always exceptions to the rule where I’ll do both regardless how I feel, but that’s how I normally work when I write.

Emotionally, I’m in a weird place. I know I’ve only been single for almost three months and it feels like forever but yet I know it isn’t forever. I work, come home, work some more, then sleep for fiveish hours, and then do it all over again. I disappoint and get disappointed. I could use a break from this cycle and I don’t know if I can push myself away sometimes. The hustle pays off and pays off well but I know I could use a mini-vacation of some kind. I don’t see that happening any time soon.

Enough of the personal – let’s talk business:

NOUNS OF ASSEMBLAGE is on the streets, and I’m one of a bajillon writers in this beautiful collection. HOUSEFIRE is doing some really special things and you should support. If you purchase NOUNS OF ASSEMBLAGE & Dodging Traffic from Amazon, I will handwrite you a poem and mail it to you. Just send me proof to my e-mail address. Below is the promo trailer. Here’s the link to buy it.

Matt DeBenedictis, CEO of Safety Third Enterprises, was kind enough to blurb my upcoming Gentlemen chapbook through Ampersand Books:

“Making a poetic reinterpretation of one of the ’90s most prolific odes to depravity, desolation, and decay is no easy feat, let alone trying to match the cocksure dischord that fueled Afghan Whigs’ frontman Greg Dulli to create Gentleman, but not only does J. Bradley capture it all, track-by-track, poem-by-poem, but he adds a relentless bruising that leaves you laughing into the darkness while looking for an understanding of a more sinister world.”

I’ve got seven poems memorized, four to go. The connection to them is so strong, especially with everything going on personally.

Parting question: why does someone want someone to keep killing these hoes? How would you dispose of all those bodies? How would you elude police capture? Just a thought.

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We Have Some Celebrating To Do

I am now part of the WBEZ Chicago archives thanks to The Encyclopedia Show. They released the recording of the Flightless Birds volume. You can listen to the whole show here.

NAP will release the chapbook sampler of We Will Celebrate Our Failures in mid 2012. This contains the first four stories in order of the project, starting with this one. If this does well, it’ll give me confidence to finish the larger collection.

I’m working on another novella and it is coming along well. I remember in college my workshop teachers tsking genre work but I love working with genre, twisting it into wild and dark shapes. This one will be a horror/conspiracy/suspense/western. It’s been a blast so far.

HOUSEFIRE Publishing is quite alive and I’m one of the writers that’ll be in NOUNS OF ASSEMBLAGE. You can check out the website here.

Later this week, I am going to buy some Tattinger’s. I hope then I can explain why.

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