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Announcement: Nine Books (At Once!) Now Available in Print!

Nine Books (At Once!) Is Now Available in Print! Nine Books are about the number nine. There are literally nine separate books of nine different themes and nine different colors each with nine pieces written over a roughly nine year period. Get yours here!

What the Fuck is Going On?: A Review of Meg Tuite’s “White Van”

At some point between co-hosting April’s FBomb flash fiction reading at its new venue, The Roxy, and listening to me ramble Jack-n-Coke-ally on about Pinyon Jays later at her hotel bar, Meg Tuite, Santa Fe editor, poet, and flash-fictioneer, whose work has, according to her website, remarkably appeared “in over 600 literary magazines,” handed meContinue reading “What the Fuck is Going On?: A Review of Meg Tuite’s “White Van””

Latest from Book of Nothing: “Two Cowboys at an Arizona Gas Station during the Youknow…”

They were just standing there near my pump, looking like something from an earlier era of The West. Vests, belts, boots – all leather. Flannels, buckles, blue jeans – all faded. Hats, side-burns, mustaches – all huge. There was probably a sixshooter in there somewhere. There was probably a horse&saddle just over there. “Uh oh,”Continue reading “Latest from Book of Nothing: “Two Cowboys at an Arizona Gas Station during the Youknow…””

Latest from Book of Nothing: “Sleepy Cab”

Sometimes on the weekends I’d be driving cab so late that all the drunks had gotten home and it had become the next day. And then I’d get a DIA trip. It would mean another 50 minutes there and 50 minutes back, but it would also mean another 100 bucks, so I couldn’t pass itContinue reading “Latest from Book of Nothing: “Sleepy Cab””

Latest from Book of Nothing: “Complete Success/Total Failure”

I very fluidly strolled into the bank to get laundry money. There was no line, and I was able to go right up to the teller. “Quarters,” I said. “How much?” he asked. “Ten bucks,” I said without missing a beat. I had two five-dollar bills all ready to go. They slipped effortlessly from myContinue reading “Latest from Book of Nothing: “Complete Success/Total Failure””

Latest from Book of Nothing: “Internshit”

In college I interned briefly at a radio station. I loved the radio and believed at the time my future career needed to directly relate to something I loved. I thought everything there would feel just like it did listening to my favorite songs, but I soon realized it was just an office. With computersContinue reading “Latest from Book of Nothing: “Internshit””

Latest from Book of Nothing: “The Soviet Space Program”

Mmm… there’s nothing scarier than the Soviet Space Program… wanting so badly to beat America to every milestone unconcerned with the value of the individual… just as many of ours died in horrible explosions but the Russians were so secretive it’s easy to imagine way worse things were happening like maybe they were even causingContinue reading “Latest from Book of Nothing: “The Soviet Space Program””

Latest from Book of Nothing: “I Lost My Winter Hat at the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame”

It was a good winter hat. Blue. Knit. Fit real snug over my head. There was no silly poof-up or anything. I’d had it for a couple years and expected to have it a couple more. It was January in Cleveland, so I hadta wear it when my girlfriend and I went to The RockNRollContinue reading “Latest from Book of Nothing: “I Lost My Winter Hat at the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame””

Latest from Book of Nothing: “The Worst Cab Driver I’ve Ever Had”

I picked up this woman downtown. She said where she was going and nothing else. Most passengers said nothing. And I said nothing. And we both liked it that way. We got all the way to her drop off before she spoke again. “You’re the worst cab driver I’ve ever had.”