Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Our summers were idyllic. Maybe that makes us weird.

I've got a short chapbook, Recurring Childhood Nightmares, up at Ten Pages Press. The book is comprised of 10 flash-fiction "nightmares" that each correspond chronologically to a year in the life of a 26-year-old narrator. There's also a bonus poem about hipsters.

Six of the pieces -- "Buddy," "Why He Went to Guernica," "The Parents Were Made of Gas," "Virtual Zuckerbergian (un)Reality Blues," "American Hubris," and "Homesick at Adult Camp" -- originally appeared in Short, Fast, and Deadly. "Nobody Likes a Pragmatist" appeared in Staccato Fiction a while back. And I put up "Three Degrees of Separation from the Same Thing We Were Still Supposed to be Thinking About" on Fictionaut a couple weeks ago. 

Much thanks to Craig at Ten Pages Press and the editors of the journals where the fictions originally appeared.

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