The new issue of FENCE is out now (not sure where, but their website features the issue and you can order it there under the subscribe tab).
The issue, like all of Fence's issues, looks smashing:
and is full of a ridiculous amount of incredible writers, including: NICK FLYNN, JOE WENDEROTH, J'LYNN CHAPMAN, ROB COOK, JOYELLE MCSWEENEY, PAUL MALISZEWSKI, RIKKI DUCORNET, ALISSA NUTTING, and PRAGEETA SHARMA (whose new book is also just released from Fence Books).
I don't know how I ended up among such people.
My contribution is another list, this time published as a poem. I have now published lists as fiction, nonfiction, poetry and other.
This one is #26 and titled: RAIN.
I have a poem called RAIN.
Next I am going to write a poem called: PAIN.
And then one called: DADDY.
I hate that Plath poem DADDY. I don't know why it is so revered.
Anyway, here are the first few lines of RAIN.
1. Today I wanted to feel evil.
2. To put my lips to the breach and breathe.
3. Corral the remnants of my spirit as in the way a horse is trained to jump for show.
4. In the high-jump event, the puissance wall may get taller than seven feet.
5. Last week while running I saw a muscular Italian with a little fluffy dog. He was jogging very slowly: slow enough that the dog tried to stop and take a shit.
6. The man didn’t notice. He kept on running, and the dog felt itself getting pulled, causing it to run to keep from getting choked while the shit still fell out of its ass.
7. Soon I will be finished moving in to my new home.
8. My loft apartment where the trains pass and my next-door neighbor has Tourette’s.
9. In the evenings his whoop and whistle, his grunt, his bark, his woo-hoo! ha!
10. Laughing in some forced way as if having an orgasm he doesn't want.
11. To most religious believers evil consists of more than a series of individually destructive acts, constituting a powerful and mysterious supernatural or metaphysical force that lies behind individual instances of hurt and suffering.
12. At my parents' house, a photo on the fridge of me at 15, weighing 80 pounds more than I do now, in a turquoise shirt with sweaty pits and a bowl cut.
13. Beneath, the caption: You can do it!
14. Most nights I lay awake until 4 AM.
To read the rest, buy the issue. I haven't gotten my copy yet, but Fence is always worth the money.
One time they had tits on their cover, if you didn't see:
Supposedly I was yelling about tits the other night drunk in Fellini's Pizza at 1:30 am.
Another day a man was trying to sell me a lizard in the street.
To receive this publication, I tailored the inseam of a young man's pantshorts so that it would more befit his crotch region, thus increasing his attractability and increasing his odds of finding a wife, so that he will not grow old alone and masturbating and at the gym staring at women in their spandex pants and buying coffee at the Starbucks and talking too long to the barista, who wishes she could drink Frappuchino for breakfast, lunch and dinner without the anguish of gaining weight, and therefore growing old alone and masturbating.
My girlfriend is very beautiful.