reading * writing * thinking
What can we say? Black Lives Matter. Fuck Hate. Fuck Institutional Racism. Fuck Conspiracy Theories. Wear a Fucking Mask. Fucking Vote. At the end of February, my dad passed away.
2019 was a fun year for me in publishing. For the most part it all hit within a couple weeks: Smokelong, Pithead Chapel, and Bull. The first two are places
If Tyler Barton had asked me to write a blurb for his chapbook The Quiet Part Loud (which might have been weird considering I’ve only met him once in a
Writers of At Least Three Books I Have Read and Loved: (I know it’s too dominated by white guys. Working on that.) Marie-Helene Bertino Hunter S. Thompson Charles Bukowski Jonathan
I’d like to share some ideas on beginnings that occurred to me after a recent run through the slush pile. REM wrote a great song called Begin the Begin on their album,
This is where it all ends. This is the opening lyric to the Cult’s 1989 album Sonic Temple. I remember it like it was yesterday. Standing in my dorm room,
Over the last several years I have written book reviews for Alternating Current and for the folks at Bath Flash Fiction. Here are my favorites: A Bright and Pleading Dagger
2013 was my first year publishing stories. Prior to that I had written things and thrown them up on my BlogSpot blog without much revision. I had started sharing them
This was my second story to appear in Red Savina Review. I think it came from a few different dreams, the kind that I will wake up from and
I wrote this story in a weekend workshop at Iowa Summer Writer’s Festival taught by Crazyhorse editor, Anthony Varallo. The premise of the class was the “three-jump story.” This was
Al Kratz 