Honored and thrilled to have this story, “On Ice” about Chicago, Pottawattomie Park, Batman, PCP, Crème de Menthe, Zayre’s, and Dreamerz published in BlackCackle over at Entropy. Thank you so much, August Evans, for running this piece. Glad to know at least one other person thinks it’s funny. Click through and judge for yourself. Oh. Definitely NSFW, in case your lips start moving when you read.
New work up over at Literary Orphans — honored and thankful to have BoyJoe included in their #ShirleyJackson issue!
“This Boy Joseph cat’s got red medium length hair held back with sunglasses, like a manband, a guy’s hairband, he’s a 42-year old Irish gangbanger eating a sandwich, mouth wide open the whole time, bologna and miracle whip and shit coming out when he chews, black tank top, Black Panther leather jacket one or two sizes too big…”
wá. n. snow, snowflake (if size indicated)
Wašíču n. fat taker, white person
wašíŋ, n. lard, fat. n.n. (nickname) ex. Wašíŋ, Ray Little Weasel /Levoi’s name, given to him by his dad, the clichéd unnamed bad-teethed Indian in Thunderheart:
VAL KILMER / RAY LEVOI
He called me Wašíŋ, he said it meant ‘Good Boy.’
SHEILA TOUSEY / MAGGIE EAGLE BEAR
Snow and fat are flying on the Northern Plains…
I finally light this cigarette that’s been hanging out of my mouth while I’ve been digging for some matches. After I take the first drag it rips a piece of skin off my bottom lip because I left it there too long and it got stuck. As I take to cussing and trying to stop all the blood I accidentally step on this baby bird that must’ve fallen out of its nest…I hear its little dry bones splinter. I make a face.