Issue 19
interview:
Katia Noyes on dyke punk, trucker ballads, the beauty of not knowing, 1997 Ridge Vineyards York Creek Zinfandel, good eats in San Francisco, and why you shouldn’t ask about fist fucking at a reading.
I came home from a date last night at midnight and wrote till four a.m. about my character’s brother, a Serbian soldier involved in genocide, and felt happier than I’ve ever been. I’ve lost my mind.stories:
Feet, by Todd Chapman, with art by Thomas Kearnes
James Leon is a runner. He has run the Boston Marathon three times and the New York City twice. He has given up competitive running, he says, to help my mother raise the family. But he’s made a quiet agreement with himself. He’ll run twelve miles every day and he’ll bring me along for part of it. His body, as he likes to say, is a well-conditioned rock.
The Roaring Ocean Does Not Roar, by James Warner
My purpose here, I explained, while sailors scrambled in the rigging, and foghorns sounded plangently, was to assert the primacy of Art over life.
Run Away, by Jay Boyer
I know this is hard for you to understand, but Mommy has a Masters Degree. She wrote her thesis on String Theory and made a groundbreaking case that particles of light change in direct proportion to the mass of the waterline at the edge of a pond. Now Mommy can’t tell you where she just put her glasses. Do you see? This is what this life is doing to me.
Hong Kong Karma, by Kevin Brown
His proudest memory was that he’d smelled Bruce Lee in person…“His cologne was so strong,†he’d tell me, his words slurring, his watery eyes upturned to the ceiling. “It was the smell of an important man.â€quoth the raven
An excerpt from Romney Schell’s 1970s underground classic At the Disco
With donuts, as Major will tell you, it is all about timing. People don’t eat donuts for lunch or dinner. On a Wednesday morning, if the line isn’t too long, if they’re not running late, commuters will stop in on the way to the train, on the way to work. As with many things, the window is small, and once it is closed it is closed.
the tao of wade
Wade from Texas sets us straight on child-rearing, Richard Thompson, Edward P. Jones, the uselessness of air miles, Little Grumbly Granny, and passing a birthday in a mall in Houston.
