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birkensnake 2

It’s ready, it’s done! I’ve been really excited for this to happen.

Read the second issue of Birkensnake online or as a PDF.

If you don’t already know, it’s worth buying Birkensnake for the cover alone. Only $4. You can make this happen here.

Here are first sentences from the issue:

For little girls with dirty hems and boys who scratch their knees, there is the ever-small door of the children’s factory. (Michael Stewart)

Was it shock, then, or fear, or else a naïve sense of civic duty that provoked Margaret to join the Queen’s court at Oxford? (Danielle Dutton)

In the cold summers, as the dirt rose, I’d have each child stand before me in the yard. (Blake Butler)

I clotted. (Rhoads Stevens)

I was made of string. (Matt Briggs)

I once dated a woman who kept her brother in a cage. (Christopher Boucher)

These days I’m a fucking garbageman. (Caren Gussoff)

From 144D all the way to 336G, past the 321, 322, 323, 324 all-aisle enclave whispering to a forebear each from behind, Julian kept straight and on the task at hand. (Matthew Pendelton)

Red celebrates return to consciousness by throttling doctor stooped over bed, whose pince-nez slips off to explode on white tile. (Miles Klee)

We lived in a valley of glacial till, a morass of moraine arranged by chance, as was my wedding to a man whose life was easy and brief, given up to the gods of excess and paunch. (me)

I live in tumor flats, formerly known as Taco Flats for the high percentage of Latins, even more formerly Elite Tacos, now also known as The Waste Land. (Joyelle McSweeney)

my review of blake butler’s EVER

Blake Butler is a giant Saguaro cactus. He’s just sitting out there in the desert watching things happen on Earth and in Earth’s sky. Sometimes David Lynch drives by and recognizes Blake from the last time David Lynch drove by. They exchange signs of recognition in forms like meteor showers and blank stares. Measured ground-to-apex, Blake is almost 13 meters tall. Blake takes up to 75 years to develop a side arm with which he taps you on the shoulder when you think it’s just you in the house. Bats feed on the nectar of Blake’s night-blooming flowers and pollinate the night-blooming flowers of other Saguaro. One day, Blake will get really hot from sitting around in the desert sun, and he’ll explode. It’s a myth that tarantulas come out of Blake when he explodes. What really comes out are sentences, perfectly formed and capable of nesting in your syntax for however long.

(You can purchase EVER from Calamari Press’s website.)

The dunce cap is an optical illusion

on the cover of the book Dunce Cap by Alison Bundy, I just realized. I’ve been rereading that book and recently ordered A Bad Business.

I’ve made other acquisitions:

I pre-ordered Blake Butler’s EVER.

I ordered Great by Brandon Scott Gorrell and Chelsea Martin.

I received something I’ve been searching for for a long time: all two extant issues of Yasmine Alwan & Cynthia Nelson’s magazine, Tantalum.

I had a dream in which a legless man and his dead wife told me that they would return to tell me about my health. On Friday I applied for health insurance.