F.A.L.D. Issue #013
COLORING & WRITING PROMPTS
Publishers That Won't Waste Your Time
[ oh- & check out ENCLAVE's "Where To Submit" for a more comprehensive list of potential homes !! ]
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Danielle Marie Clark
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INTERVIEWS & ESSAYS
ESSAYS & ARTICLES
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Jonathan Orion Nicoloff
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LET'S DANCE WITH POEMS
This year's tours trainwrecked fast. Misfiring thru New Mexico. St. Louis tire squeals. New York soaked bones shiver. Kansas City liquored lips trip over a tweaked out man waving a rifle. Desert ragged confidence takes on the swamps. The Everglades respond by swallowing plans, like one long bong rip exhaling reroutes & "how the fuck are we supposed to make it there time?"s.
Yeah—one hell of a year.
But adventure isn't adventure without teeth—& N! managed the occsaional flossing. We succesfully debuted & toured 2016's chaps. Books & Shovels stumbled thru new lit while we bumbled thru new selves.
Oh—& we learned more about overheating + cuban coffee + web-cam modeling + Evangelicism + I touched a gator.
Out stories get weird. This year's crossings have been difficult to maintain my truth w/ others privacy. Sprinkled thru out this issue are photos & excerpts linking to the full entries. Well, not all of them. Some entries are still being written, & will posted at N!'s Tavern.
N! News: SNIPE & LIGHT 2016's Chapbooks Free
Oi y'all !! We’ve released N!‘s 2016 chapbook series as free PDFs !!
The titular links below lead directly to the PDFs to read/download. If ya dig the chaps, a couple print copies (still donation-based !!) remain, all hungry for oil from your fingers <3
Much love, thanks for your support <33
"I can remember the meaning of every tarot card but i can't remember what i texted you last night"
by elle nash
“a list of the identities i inhabit include
pretty girl eating salad at mod market
counter reading a book
night hands coming in from cold air
to rest on my nearbody
animals eating each other”
from “the moon”
"MAke a fist & Tongue the knuckles"
by emily o'neill
“This isn’t Texas anywhere except at your temples.
Where the sun lives. Where the smoke gathers.
Your redhead unraveling in handcuffs, in the salt grass.
Your apple chucked over your shoulder, half-eaten.
Your frown lines. Your James Dean. You’re bad enough.
Can’t be poor when even the cops beg for a souvenir.”
from “Lucky Like That”
"I was talking about love—you are talking about geography"
by bob sykora
“…There’s me sweating my balls off
at an electronic slot machine in the back
of the Twilight Room in North Portland,
trying to forget the way you’d
let me piss in the trees when
we were drunk late, talking on the bluff
above the river, not cheating
on our girl/boyfriends, terrified
of this new type of love we’d discovered.”
from “Clicking through Karen’s Wedding Pics”
Wrapped up thru Jeffrey's art is his work as a critic, eco-activist, and publisher. He currently writes criticism for American Book Review, ArtNexus, & White Hot Magazine. He is a long time resident of the East Village in New York City, & produces literary events at KGB Lit Bar and La Mama ETC in conjunction with his magazine, Live Mag!—that said, he’s best known for his lyricism, having published fourteen books of poetry, including “Triple Crown, Sonnets” from Spuyten Duyvil and “Radio Poems” (forthcoming from The Operating System).
you asked me to kill you
because you knew
i would say no
but now i am wondering:
what would have happened
if i had said yes?
(i should have said yes)
how much pain would have been averted
if i had said yes and made
my palms red with your blood
i should have let myself
dig into your rabbit-flesh
with my owl-talons
"Actually—I was torn between two versions of it. I'd recently watched a video of Terri Trespicio ("Stop Searching For Your Passion"); advocating just putting one foot in front of the next (if you find you have no drive or ambition for anything specific). She worked her ass off doing something she'd just fallen into because she had no idea at all what her "passion" was, or should be. And I get that. Because seriously - who could earn a proper living as a poet or artist? Really? So unless you slog your butt off to get you to a place where you can truly engage your "passion" (like me)—well... keep working your ass off."
"My definition of passion....this is a difficult thing....but passion is when I feel when I stand before a microphone sharing my words, and listening to the gasps from the audience, or when I look at lights on dark roads, and think how I might photograph them and play with them in order to create art, or when I look at my daughter's own artwork."
Nathan Tompkins is a writer and photographer living in Portland, Oregon, though he will always call North Idaho home. His work has appeared in Menacing Hedge, NonBinary Review, and Full of Crow. He's the author of four chapbooks, most recently "Lullabies to a Whiskey Bottle" and "A Song of Chaos".