The Return of Reading for Filth!

Reading for Filth is back at a new venue–– the transitioning Eastern Bloc (soon to be Alan Cumming’s aptly-named venture, Club Cumming). For the 4/26 inaugural reading, I brought  “Raunch Daddy” a short epistolary:

All is illusion except for your odor, mi norteño. Let me also remind you that it’s quite inconvenient–given my populist and anti-imperialist leanings–to be so enraptured by your capitalist body.

Thanks to Hattie and Daniel Nardicio for bringing back the filth!

 

#SASFest17 Class Photo

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Atop the Quarter in the Hotel Monteleone’s Vieux Carré Room with some fellow Saints & Sinners Short Fiction Contest finalists: Debra Curtis, winner J. Marshall Freeman,  P.D. Walter, runner-up Alise Wascom, Thomas Westerfield,  Louis Flint Ceci,  Chris Smith,  William Moeck, and contest judge Michael Thomas Ford.
Get the anthology over at Bold Strokes.

Miss Bensonhurst a W@W finalist 👑

“She and the girls are enveloped in the warm bakelite booth. A curtain shields her from the crowds. The two little angels share the hard seat. The camera – that possessed apparatus which would stalk her to the end – here blinks obediently. Flash.”

“Miss Bensonhurst,” a fictional account of my grandmother Helen Rizzo’s friendship with Marilyn Monroe circa 1953, is a finalist in the 2017 Writers @ Work  Annual Writing Competition. The fiction judge is Christina Garcia.

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My story ✍🏽 your pocket📱

Great Jones Street Press is a new platform and we are in a relationship now. They have a well-designed app that brings a curation of award-winning short stories to your mobile device. Get the app here. Find “Drowned River” in the app’s searchable database.

UPDATE: “Jesus Year” a finalist 👸🏽

Saints & Sinners has narrowed the selection down to 15 finalists and JY made the cut. The story will be published in the 2017 anthology published by Bold Strokes. Michael Thomas Ford is judging the contest this year. Congrats to fellow finalists–see you in New Orleans for the festival.

“Jesus Year” a semi-finalist 🙌🏽

BethlehemStar.jpgin the Short Fiction contest of the 2017 Saints and Sinners Literary Festival. The story, a fractured fairy tale, is based on “Nailed Up.” Chris Tolliver wakes up on his Jesus Year birthday in a hotel room in Bethlehem (PA) after his re-enactment of the central myth of the Catholic faith goes off the rails. With the help of a hustler named Lance (think Longinus),  and Marta, the forbearing housekeeper, he gets through it–although whether he can emerge from his cave is up in the air.

Chris, left hulking towards an absent body in the Star Suite, was engulfed in waves of remorse. He’d bent time, space, geography, history, social order, reason, morality, and judgment to fit a bogus myth. He was thirty-four and he wasn’t quite dead, just really fucking impaired. Marta looked on with pity.  

Can Chris resurrect himself? Does Lance get his rate? Will Marta return to the mushroom farm? The answers to these and other burning questions may or may not be in your copy of Jesus Year.

Christopher Hewitt 2015 Award for Fiction

And they will halt my ghastly nose-dive into hell,

and lift me up, up, high up

into the fields of stars.

The quote is from “The Lifting Team” by Christopher Hewitt, poet, “queer crip”, person in recovery, posthumous honoree of the award I received this year for “Drowned River.”

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2015 recipient of A&U Magazine’s Christopher Hewitt Award for Fiction. Appears in the October 2015 Issue, the one with Gilles Marini on the cover.  Based on two people I have loved and lost, who never had a chance to meet each other.

After hot lunch, we go back to Tenté’s. His roommate is out, I can beat my face in peace, with Tenté’s good brushes and his magnifying mirror. Tenté can be depressive, and here he goes staring out the window like an aged-out novela star. “What that postman said is the Hudson is a body half riverine and half marine. Trans, like us. Transformista, between two islands,” he says, pointing to his reflection in the window. “Trans woman, also between two islands,” he continues, now pointing at me.

“…masterful use of tone, character, and specific language.” – Brent Calderwood

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More Sequins than Cloth

Appears in Issue 9 of Jonathan, September 2015edited by Raymond Luczak, from Sibling Rivalry Press. Based on true stories merged and barely fictionalized.

Érick is also interested in American politics; he asks me about Glenn Beck. When I tell him I believe Beck is an untreated alcoholic with anger issues and delusions, he seems relieved. I think his question was a test, and I just passed. To seal the deal, I express support for the Separatist movement. This totally works, and we start making out and it’s super sexy, like two sympathetic dissidents from neighboring countries.  He bends over to lick my tit, and I do the same to him. “Oh! I like that. Nipple sixty-nine!” he says in his charming Québécois accent. He takes me to bed and we teach each other more of our secrets.

*Many thanks to RL for pushing me to come up with a better title than the first one I submitted.

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Reading at BGSQD, NYC 12/10/15