I just received my copy of issue 70 of Potomac Review. Some great poetry, essays, and short stories are included, as well as my latest essay, “In Maggie’s Shadow,” about my visit to a haunted plantation house and subsequently being stranded on a boat.
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Readers, listen up!
Tall Tale TV is airing my latest urban fantasy story, “Butler and Barrie’s Wild Faery Land Stolen Child Carousel.”
You can listen to it on YouTube or as an MP3 podcast.
Don’t have time to read a story? Tall Tale TV publishes fantastical short stories as audio podcasts, the perfect length for your work commute, your dinner alone, or your putting yourself to bed at night. The site’s creator, Christopher Herron, has a bright, articulate voice perfect for pieces like mine. Many thanks to him.
“We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright. If you give me your number.”
Hey readers. Ever wanted to read Ernest Hemingway’s lost pickup lines? Well now you can.
I just published the list in Slackjaw. Check it out here.
There’s good beach reading and there’s bad beach reading. I found a copy of John Grisham’s The Appeal at a beach condo this year and elected to read it, having never heard about it before. While Grisham’s legal thrillers aren’t the most literary around, you can always count on them to be well researched and executed. This is no less true of his sprawling 2008 novel.
Hey readers, do you like murder mysteries? Well, I was totally into them before they were big.
Here’s a murder mystery that’s so obscure you’ve probably never heard of it.
You should check out “It Was The Hipster Who Done It,” my latest short story appearing in The Coachella Review. I mean, come on, it’s the perfect place for such a story to appear.
You can find it here.
See if you can solve the mystery. Not that I wanna dragoon you into it.
I think the creators of the Netflix hit show Ozark borrowed from a famous hundred-year-old novel.
I realized this as I came to the last episode of Ozark. The story is sort of a rural, modern Gatsby tale. I mean, if you always understood Fitzgerald’s masterpiece to be about the American Dream and not just a love story.
[The following is a poem I wrote in high school in reflection on the suicide of a classmate]
There’s an empty desk today
And yet the textbooks are still open
The chalk is still in motion
The class is still in session,
The space cannot be filled
For the presence is forgotten
A parent’s own begotten
A youth’s demise is rotten,
Was he more a ghost
In the present or the past
A living outcast
Life ceases way too fast,
The others shrug their shoulders
There goes another one
It cannot be undone
Bless the little son,
Sadness will fade slowly
Nothing will be the same way
The kids will always say
There’s an empty desk today.
Hey folks! Happy Poetry Month!
I wanted to share with you that Deep South Magazine is featuring three new poems of mine as part of their celebration of National Poetry Month!
Flea Market
Tomatoes: A History
I’d Rather We Lived In A Mobile Home
You can read all three of them here.
Good day readers! I hope it is a good day. Recently The Windhover has published my essay, “Pharaoh’s Anatomy,” about the spirituality of kidneys.
Didn’t think that topic could be explored? Think again, and read my essay and other spiritually-themed work from the latest issue. You can purchase a copy from their website here.
Hi, readers. Do you hate having a cold? What does it mean to get one? What does its commonness mean?
This week I wanted to share with you my latest publication. My essay, “The All Too Common Tyranny of a Rhinovirus,” has appeared in the Spring issue of Medical Literary Messenger.
You can read it here!
“ You don’t have a cold; the cold has you.”
CALEB COY 