ANOTHER NICE THING

Hey hey.

A piece of flash fiction I wrote called "Would You Look At That" is up at Smalldoggies Magazine. Thanks to Matty Byloos for being a rad dude and loving my work. It's part of the same project as the piece that won the PANK contest. I didn't mean for it to happen that way, but it's moving so that's nice. Anyhow, I'm really happy to have this thing up at Smalldoggies. That magazine rules lotz.

WE ARE WOLVES. HELLYEAH WOLVES.

HEY HEY HEY HOUSEFIRE LIKES ME THEY REALLY LIKE ME This means I have a new story there. That's nice.

NOT A HOUSEFIRE

Yes, HOUSEFIRE. I have a flash piece up there. This sister-cousin site of Metazen looks like it's gonna be way rad. Thanks to Riley Michael Parker for asking me to be a part of it. CHECK IT OUT

Matt Bell's Wolf Parts

I say WOLF, but of course there are various kinds of wolves.

When I found out Bell was releasing a minibook retelling the story of Little Red Riding Hood, I knew this story would not be one for my mother's 1st grade class. Rather, Wolf Parts is a collection of fragmented flash fictions that took me to sights I wish I wouldn't have seen, but at the same time, feel like a different man for seeing. Stories, I believe, should do something to me. These flashes frighten me, enliven me, rage me, touch me with their haunting metaphors and visual descriptions.

The image I can't get out of my head is Red laying naked on the skinned fur of the Wolf, after her dad has killed him to prove a lesson about protecting his daughter. When Bell writes, When she howled, it was with her mouth against his unhearing ear, her lips close to his stretched and taxidermied jaws, full of the teeth she had just once felt so lovingly against her skin. , I was at once disturbed and also moved by Bell's ability to capture such haunting moments with his pitch perfect language.

My mind is full, I said, in a previous post, from processing images like these: predatory, daring, truthful. In these stories, the predator changes: the Wolf of course, but also the grandmother as the wolf, the woodsman as a killer, Red and other girls as wolf-slayers. We are all wolves, it seems, or we have the chance to be.

I can't quite say enough about this collection as a whole. Each story shouts with a such ferocity and diversity that I will have trouble sleeping tonight, not from being afraid of the Wolf, but rather from being afraid of language and all its power.