Or something like that. Blue sky in the gloaming, crepuscular badgers a-roaming. I was never entirely clear on how the saying goes, and in any case it doesn’t really apply here.
What does apply is a fine paste of literature adhering your eyeballs to the premier issue of Red Sky, a web- and print-based literary journal that describes itself rather succinctly as “A Literary Journal.” The debut issue features a short story of mine, “The Incredible All-Speaking Gash”–about the suspiciously talented neck injury that won’t stop giving–as well as tasty selections from other “up and coming creative minds.”
You can check out the content of the web issue here. Or, if you’d prefer a print copy (which I hear is a “beautifully designed book-package”), you’ll find instructions for obtaining one here. Red Sky is also accepting submissions for its second issue, so if you think you could harmonize with this “new generation of voices,” why not give them a shout? Just be sure to check the weather reports before doing any sailing, or mailing (or mooning or crooning). I saw a teal hurricane the other day, which can only mean one thing…
…or was it two things…?
Online literary journal Prick of the Spindle recently published my review of Traci O’Connor’s short story collection Recipes for Endangered Species. The book–a dark goulash of zombie armadillos, prosthetic hands, crazed ghost-butchers, cocktail bar crooners and infanticidal cannibalism–often lapsed into hypnagogic beauty despite (or perhaps because of) the surreally magnified, occasionally self-animate flaws of its protagonists. The review wasn’t so bad either. An excerpt:
Traci O’Connor does not write about pretty things, but she does write them prettily. Or are the things themselves pretty in a way that takes the writing of them to reveal? Are mangled dogs pretty? Are pink prosthetic hands? Are beautiful monsters—to whom Recipes for Endangered Species, her first collection of short fiction, is dedicated—beautiful? Despite their monstrousness, or because of it?