Even Though I Don’t Miss You, Chelsea Martin
Excellent mail day! #hobartpulp #100healthydays
feels like a perfect background!ami with an i
Wed, Oct 22 – Bloomington, IN –EXCESS, 8-10 pm, w/ Jordan Castro (114 ½ Grant Street) https://www.facebook.com/excessbloomington
Thurs, Oct 23 – St. Paul, MN – The Turf Club (in the basement, AKA The Clown Lounge), 5-7 pm
Friday, Oct 24 – Northwestern, University Hall 102, 6 pm
Saturday, Oct 25 – Indianapolis, IN – General Public Collective, 7 pm, w/ Jordan Castro, Scott McClanahan, Juliet Escoria
Sunday, Oct 26 – Champaign, IL – Exile on Main Street, 4:30 pm, BYOB
Monday, Oct 27 – Ann Arbor, MI – Literati Bookstore, 7pm
Tuesday, Oct 28 – OBERLIN College, Cat in the Cream, http://www.oberlin.edu/bowling/cat.html, 7:30 pm w/ Jessica Tolbert
Wed, Oct 29 - Toronto – Type Books, 7 pm
Thurs, Oct 30th – Montreal – Drawn&Quarterly Bookstore, 7 pm
really wish Caleb Curtiss’s entire Instagram was Lena Dunham recreations/reenactments.
Consider the Hands Once Smaller
It is like this. The night is lonely
until it isn’t. You bite your tongue
after eating orange rubbed with chili
before wishing for a kiss
from the man whose fingertips
unearth the softness in you.
We tell each other the names
of our dead. The cities we live in
are gnawing then burying
the cadavers of opulent dreams.
We tell each other to dream.
When you send me pictures
you’re collecting of women
in your family smiling, I unhinge.
It is like this. The night is our hair
inking the torsos of men into reliquaries.
I don’t know why we don’t know our own holiness,
but once you were a young girl, and so was I.
WOMEN BY CHLOE CALDWELL IS EASILY ONE OF MY FAVORITE BOOKS OF THE YEAR
"Sometimes I wonder what it is I could tell you about her from my job here to be done. I am looking for a short cut—something I could say that would effortlessly untangle the ball of yarn I am trying to untangle here on these pages. But that would be asking too much from you. It wasn’t you who loved her, or thought you loved her. I wonder what I could write that would help you to understand that it is profoundly easy to fall in love with an olive-skinned woman that touches you just so, and who has a tattoo of a quote from Orlando trailing down her back. Show me your tattoo again, I’d say in bed. She’d pull up the bottom of her shirt, and I’d trace my fingers over the cursive words by Virginia Woolf that read: Love, the poet said, is a woman’s whole existence.”