For the holidays, new copies of my novel-in-stories, NAN, which I published (and illustrated) myself, are available from Harmon Blunt Publishers, a small publishing house I started with my brother a few years ago. NAN is in some stores in NYC, and on Amazon/B&N, but If you buy it directly from me, I’ll personally sign/inscribe it for you! Thank you for your support!
Another sketchbook drawing from my first book. It’s a little grim. Sorry about that!
W: I don’t understand.
J: I don’t really expect you to.
For Halloween, I’m posting chapters of my gothic ghost story novel THE UNWELCOME on Fictionaut. The story follows a young historic preservationist hired to evaluated a decrepit estate (with a grisly history) on a small island off the coast of Maine. You can start with the Prelude HERE.
Then, proceed on…
more to come…
This poem, “Liberty Island,” appeared in The Paris Review a few years ago. Thank you to them for posting it (with these beautiful photos) the other day:
On the street the trees throw off their whiteness, petals
like the paper discs a hole-punch makes or confetti
poured over the head of the girl who gave the party
where we met.
It was winter, downtown the snow was dyed pink where
a red envelope had been dropped, forgotten. All the
were trapped in snowbanks.
We sat with our drinks by the window, a swag of
to a string on the wall. You told me about the island, the
where, to see the ocean over the trees, you would stand
on the pitched roof, hugging the crumbling chimney.
Outside, on the sidewalk, all the freezing people grimaced,
waiting for us to give up our table.
And then what? At the concert we watched pairs of players,
perfectly aligned, attuned, making their beautiful noise out
of the air
we coughed and whispered into. And then? This morning
what is saved? The daylight. I wake to the steady song of a
a truck backing up in the street.
In the park with its view of Liberty Island I sit by the
bed, the bulb’s results lolling—fluted flowers in a neat line
pale yellow and white. Everyone stops to watch them nod
in the new spring air. Today the trees are dressed, filled
the water is glass all around us.
The first edition of my novel-in-stories, NAN, is nearly sold out. I’ll be printing more at some point in the near future, but if you want a signed first edition, go here! Thanks, as always, for your interest in my work!
NAN, my novel-in-stories, is now only $.99 on iTunes. Stories in this collection appeared in Narrative Magazine, Guernica, Memorious, and many other journals. This digital edition, along with the special edition hardcover that came out last year, is published by Harmon Blunt Publishers, a small publishing house I started with my brother a few years ago.
I just read “The Fault in Our Stars” and now I think I have to wait and be quiet and think about it for probably at least a year or so.