nice pics

Double dose of D'Stair.

Hosho on my Kindle.

Freight in Paris. Thanks, Dorothee Lang & J.S. Graustein.

Three Smashing Gentlemen & A Plastic Wrestler

Hosho McCreesh wants you to get some. He wants you to get some McCreesh. And I for one think you should. The Pushcart and Best-of-the-Web nominee and author of For All These Wretched, Beautiful, & Insignificant Things So Uselessly & Carelessly Destroyed... is smashing things up Ebook-style. Learn more HERE.

Also smashing things up is Pablo D'Stair, founder of Brown Paper Publishing and KUBOA and curator of The Predicate Dialogues. In true Pablo form, he is smashing things up free-style. Click HERE to learn more.

Lastly, I've been sending out blurb copies & thank you copies & review copies of my novel FREIGHT. Kevin Murphy of Dark Sky Magazine & Books took a great picture of my novel with his favorite toy. I just wanted to share. Because it makes me smile.

Guest Post: this letter to Norman Court, no. 15

this letter to Norman Court is a novella consisting of 22 sections (each around 1250 words) I am releasing by way of serializing the piece across blogs, by reader request. A little hub site is set up at www.normancourt.wordpress.com that has a listing of the blogs that have featured or will feature sections—please give it a look, get yourself all caught up if the below piques your interest.

It is my simple hope to use this as a casual, unobtrusive way to release this material to parties interested. As of now the 22 slots have all been requested (cheers to everyone for that) but if you enjoy what you read please do get in touch with me via unburiedcomments@gmail.com. I welcome any and all comments on the piece (positive, negative, or ambivalent) or general correspondence about matters literary.

Cheers,

Pablo D’Stair


this letter to Norman Court
Pablo D’Stair


fifteen


Station I was sat in was more a kind of substation, looked like a carryout restaurant from in front and in back looked about what I expect the offices of such a restaurant’re like, thin hallway, five or six doors down along it. I was sat at a table in the third door down, told a detective’d be in shortly, that it’d be fine I wanted to smoke.
I stood when the detective entered, shook his hand to a brief little nod from him sitting down asking me did I know someone name of Klia Flake.
-I don’t know her, no, no one like that I said, sinking in behind my cigarette. I’d been really hoping things weren’t going to take this tack at all, let alone straight up in front, now just like that, one question in, I’d settled into the version of things I’d have to keep up, no room to get an idea what angle was being presented, bide my time.
-You don’t know her husband, maybe? Herman Flake?
-I don’t.

this letter to Norman Court

this letter to Norman Court by Pablo D'Stair is currently being serialized around your friendly neighborhood internet. In just a few short days it'll make a stop right here.

In the meantime, however, you can catch up on what you've been missing by visiting HERE.

Also, after the serialization is complete, there will be a free e-book made available as well as a very inexpensive print edition ($3.95).

The well of Pablo D'Stair's generosity is bottomless, and that's a great thing.