Katie, Steve, Sy…my friends rock!
Katie Arnoldi:
My beloved Katie’s new book comes out on May 13th! I’ve read it, and you gotta read it too…she’s pretty damn fearless, and will write the stuff no one else has the guts to write.
Here’s her new book trailer!
Steve Sanders:
My good friend Steve Sanders (I’ve known him since middle school) will be attending the PHD program in Creative Writing at the University of Texas in Houston…there aren’t very many of these programs, and they are really competitive, but I’m not surprised at all…he’s an amazing writer…I feel lucky to call him my friend!
I’m proud of you, Steve!
PS Oh, yeah, and he’s an Okie!!!! Don’t worry, even in Texas you’ll still be a Sooner, Steve!
Here’s an excerpt of his writing (don’t be mad, Steve, I can’t help it…and I love this story!)…more to follow when he gets his damn website finished!
The Trigger Finger
We’re ready to roll when we steal the liquor from my mother’s house. My step-father is an alcoholic and mom has chronic fatigue syndrome so it’ll be Tuesday before she notices and by then Mark will assume he drank it all. In the car, there is me, that is Tim, and my girlfriend Nicole. She and I, we’ve been together almost a year, since the week before two-a-days. In August, she intends to leave for Emory, and I intend for that not to happen. But at this moment that’s not my concern. Tonight my focus is Will and giving him the proper sendoff since tomorrow Will leaves for Parris Island. He’s headed for harsh places and, let us accept the possibility, a harsh fate.
In the backseat are Ritesh Gandhi and a girl named Renee. I’ve asked Gandhi to find a girl, any girl, for Will to have a shot at tonight. He’s the son of a surgeon and he gets more pussy than Derek Jeter. He’s my oldest friend and I wouldn’t trust him with so much as my laundry, but he’s good for coming through on things like this.
Sy Hoahwah:
My kickass Comanche friend (and, if you count a three day relationship, my former boyfriend…well, it was pretty clear within three days that we were better as friends), the gifted poet Sy Hoahwah, has a book out from West End Press…I, for one, am not surprised in the slightest. His poetry always blew my mind. Raw, real…and he tells the truth… it isn’t always a truth that is comfortable to hear, his stuff is riveting and beautiful.
Ouija Board Blues
of Anthropology
hey aye hey aye hey aye hey
of Anthropology
hey aye hey aye hey aye hey
My God, I look like the palest sonofabitch alive in that photo. If I were to take my shirt off, you could see my heart beating as with a newborn fish.
If by pale, you mean freaking hot ass Okie dude, then I agree!