One could stare at the color orange on a bookshelf. On a spine of a book, let’s say Andreas Gursky, and be inspired. Not by Gursky, who will inspire in different ways, but by orange. As it unfolds as a color in your brain. And you can think of all the other poets, who when searching around the room for themselves finds the color orange, and everything changes. And their new movements move not to a rhythm of language or of sound, or of the poets before them, but to the color orange, with their lover sleeping on the bed before them, and all they can think is orange and orange and orange.

Terfarim the Frumious

“Terfarim the Frumious” is a magical realism story I wrote.

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From Smashwords: “Harry Solomon, a corporate shark, dreams of turning an island in the South Pacific into a playground resort. But Harry cuts corners to bring Solarium to fruition, and after a fuel spill and a volcanic eruption, finds himself hitching a ride on the back of a walking archipelago. A magical realism tale touching upon corporate greed, colonialism, environmentalism and personal responsibility.”

About the making of “Terfarim the Frumious” and stories like it:

Some time ago on a cross-country trip I wrote a series of stories in the magical realism vein. There wasn’t much to do while trekking across the deserts of the Southwest, so when it wasn’t my turn to drive I occupied myself with reading all of Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s stories and making up a few of my own. Since then I’ve had a few ideas on how magical realism operates, specifically in American culture, in no small part due to reading the likes of Fred Chappell, Toni Morrison, Donald Barthelme and others like them.

I found that what separates these writers from their international counterparts is not much at all, and everything. You could easily call their work postmodern, or post-surreal anti-transcendentalism, or fantasy. It’s the writer that always makes the magic happen. That, and every type of fiction relies so heavily on known ‘things’ and ‘character’ in an observable universe that it might be true that all that differentiates fantasy from realism is a writer’s style and her ability to bend any realistic belief to its breaking point in order to make us see how human we are, over and over again. But there is no arguing certain things feel distinctly American, and those things interest me at times.

So I’m going back and revisiting some of those stories and rewriting them. I hope you enjoy them, and I welcome any feedback.

Blog fail

I know I haven’t written in a while, but I’ve been busy putting together two new books for BAP, reading submissions, writing pitches, and charting a serious amount of sales and tax slips. My goodness. For update’s sake, Carol Guess hit #17 on the SPD best seller list and received an absolutely amazing review by The Gay & Lesbian Review, and she’s not alone, all BAP’s writers have been getting wonderful praise, like Christopher Hennessy, who’s shown up on 4 or 5 Best of the Year lists by other writers. My goodness, I’m busy busy busy. Rung in the New Year at Irondale dancing disco and drinking absinthe. Busy bee. Need to get some writing done. Much love.