Vampire teeth and childhood toys for pre-ordering SMILES OF THE UNSTOPPABLE

Yes, you read that right. Left to right, I mean, but right. Over at the Magic Helicopter Press Tumblr, find out how you can get vampire teeth and childhood toys for pre-ordering Jason Bredle's Smiles of the Unstoppable.

"In room 345 bed bugs from a French suitcase are about to change the hotel’s summer expenditures."

Hey, eat some leftovers and check out the new NOÖ Weekly guest edited by Crispin Best, featuring octopi, a man who's a moon landing, a lobster who eats donuts, and three TVs to watch the shows you missed while you were asleep. Starring Adam Coates, Shiona Tregaskis, Stephen O'Toole, Nicolle Elizabeth, and Janey Smith.

rad poetry #20: for beth thomas

RAD POETRY THANKS THE VERY PATIENT BETH THOMAS AND THE VERY AWESOME RYAN MACDONALD (briefepigrams.blogspot.com/) FOR MAKING OUR FIRST EVER RAD STORY FOR THE RAD POETRY SERIES!

"Retirement is a Flamingo Pond" by Ryan MacDonald

for Beth Thomas

Cami Park

We at NOÖ Journal are deeply blue to announce that Cami Park has passed away. Cami lived in Nevada, and she was a sly and observant writer, someone whose work knew the world tenderly and could—as Scott Garson put it—"wake you up where you sleep." Cami was also a generous and delightful person to correspond with. Read some of her work at Fictionaut, Necessary Fiction, Night Train, PANK, and No Tell Motel. Her story “Everyone the Same But Not At Once” appeared in NOÖ [11]. Her blog can be found here. Visit this post at HTMLGIANT for more links and remembrances.  I am sad to have never met Cami Park in person to tell her how much I enjoyed her writing.  Cami’s words will live on and around in these windows of ours. She will be missed.

rad poetry #19: for christy crutchfield

RAD POETRY THANKS CHRISTY CRUTCHFIELD, CAROLYN ZAIKOWSKI, MAUDE (OF COURSE!) AND ANNE HOLMES & LILY LADEWIG, AUTHORS OF THE COLLABORATIVE CHAPBOOK I AM A NATURAL WONDER AND SCHEMERS OF THE I AM A NATURAL WONDER PROJECT



I AM A NATURAL WONDER

for Christy Crutchfield

I

A wonder is the name of what we pass across the table. My face is you tell me.
What there is: wonders collude with stub-noses, with reduction,
with meals in boxes. Nothing is shaped. Hard work pays. And pays.
We pay in our own names, so tell me mine. Wonders are trivial pursuits
like putting a flag on the moon. A table pretends that things exist between natures,
no, wonders are the bird overfeeding on soap and stool by accident. Some naturals include lazy
pitchers and suicidal mathematicians. There’s no design for a wondrous mouth.

II

Wonders are trivial pursuits like putting a flag on the moon.
My face is you tell me. My skin is like a comment box.
Wonder is natural because it comes and makes me
me. There’s no moon when there is plain. What there is:
wonders collude with stub-noses, with reduction, with
meals in boxes. We pay in our own names, so tell me
mine. A wonder is the name of what we pass across
the table. A table maybe tea lights maybe sunburns,
when really there is all this wondering.