coatlicue, hecate and the blood moon hangout

Lower Dens were a nice accompaniment last night to moon fever.  That Jana Hunter is the real deal.  She closed with her version of ‘Maneater,’  decidedly less cheery than the original.

Wall Street gave a clear view of the super/harvest/red moon eclipse.  Saw Coco Rosie the night before in the old theater in back, where friends previously recorded an album.  I hadn’t seen it since it was cleaned up for public consumption.  Such a gorgeous creepy space.

Two year resonances and tired.  A good week for staying in and writing.

programming, restarting, reversing, snapping, dying.

Apparently my short story “Split -or- Into a Once and an Irreconcilable, Dying Now” was published here at some point.  Though it appears the end of it was cut off, and the beginning restarts about half way through.  That could be cute, for an issue titled Reverse Programming, except it repeats without reversing, so I suspect a layout oversight.  If you’d like a readable copy, contact me and I’ll send one.

As for the title, what can I say.  I wrote it quite awhile ago; I must have gone to see Godspeed! You Black Emperor play in a temple in Brooklyn or something, and caught their fondness for long pretentious titles.  I was probably reading Rilke’s Elegies for the seven thousandth time as well.

Upstairs

Order your copy of The Stone Canoe Journal’s latest print issue here.  It has art about labyrinths and Abraham, words about Nietzsche, prison, and war, and a play called “Chicken,” what else do you want?  Oh, and I have a story about a creepy auditory voyeur girl as well.