My Hangover Killed Lou Reed.

Gotcha with the title, didn’t I? This is not my work, but a piece I edited for jmww journal. (Title in lower-case, indicating depth and literary quality.) It’s by Richard Prins. My Hangover … is Prins’s second piece for me. Come back for his debauched rumble, Already Yesterday.

Nothing but yellow.

pittsburg rally
Hilary Swift for The New York Times.

There is a nice story—not true—that holds when Hitler decreed all Sweden’s Jews wear yellow stars, their King replied, “If our Jews wear yellow stars, we all wear yellow stars.” Again, nice story; not true.

What would be different if all of Europe had worn yellow? Nothing but yellow.

This is a photo from one rally protesting the visit by Trump this morning to Pittsburg.

A new publication every other month–almost.

Dear everyone,

Time for ALOG (Another Letter of Gratitude):

toot hornIn tooting my horn as part of applying for two grants, I realized that since November of 2017, I have had a new literary publication almost ever other month. This schedule continues through September of 2018, what with the upcoming publication of the flash fiction “The Summers of Carefully” in Right Hand Pointing; plus an acceptance I COMPLETELY FORGOT to mention:

The short-short published last November in Crack the Spine. That whacky flash, Dressed Left, was selected by the editors for their upcoming “Best Of” anthology. That’s in a book, Ladies and Gentlemen. A book.

When “Dressed Left” published, I asked for your letters to the editor. Many of you complied. Editors love letters to the editor. I believe that those letters helped with the selection of “Dressed Left.” Many, many thanks.

Here’s a video I made for Dressed Left.

Shawn McClure’s piece featured on WordPress Reader.

morechicksI wasn’t the only one who thought that JMWW Journal writer Shawn McClure did an amazing job with Sorrow for the Wings. This CNF short-short was a featured post on WordPress Reader.

If you haven’t had a chance to read Shawn’s graceful work, please take a moment to do so.

Second piece I edited now online at JMWW Journal

Shawn McClure did an amazing job with Sorrow for the Wings. This short essay is as graceful as is sounds. Please take a peep–I mean, peek.

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About Childhood’s Nowhere-Near-Annual Frozen Fish Head Haiku Contest Submission Info Part 2

wELL-WRItTEN sUBMiSION iNfO Part 2

Read previous winner: http://wp.me/psSjA-rJ
Read previous winner: http://wp.me/psSjA-rJ

Cash prize: $17.*

  • Not so generous, say you? Consider your rate per word.
  • Particularly in comparison to your entrance fee. (Zero. Zip. Nada.)

*The number of syllables in a haiku.

 

Prizes

  1. The winner will receive $17. Don’t spend it all in once place—as if you could.
  2. Five to seven additional haiku will be selected—2nd Place, 3rd Place, and up to five honorable mentions.
  3. The winning and haiku and author will be feted on About Childhood: Answers for Writers, Parents, and Former Children, as well as on the Facebook page of the once and gentle Alle C. Hall.
  4. Runners up and honorable mentions will be honorably mentioned and … run up. Also on About Childhood and Facebook.
  5. About Childhood will alert all media, up to and including The New Yorker. Why not? We take comic haiku seriously around here.  

Who can enter:

Anyone other than Officers, Associates and Board Members of About Childhood and her immediate family. I wouldn’t want you the think I play favorites.

 

The Judge

Me.

Send your hilarious haiku to theonlyallehall@gmail.com.
By March 17th, 2014. Or you’re busted.

Imaginary Friends

thesloancompany.com -Every afternoon, Heather was picked up from elementary school in a limo, a sky-blue Cadillac with cream-colored leather interiors. The chauffeur immediately offered her a bowl of hard candies, Jolly Ranchers. She always ate Apple, and she only ever ate one. Of course, she lived in a mansion. Every afternoon, the maid took her coat. A maid and a chauffeur. There were no other grown-ups. There were fireplaces, and footstools made of elephants’ feet, and an elevator to the beach. That green is still my favorite taste.

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 From the same Fackbook conversation, by Jonny Gibbings:

I used to have imaginary friends… they were real people, I just imagined they were my friends.