#hobart pulp

[agirlnamedbone]

Kara Krewer (Hobart Pulp, August 2017)

[tasteforrot]

Julia Fox Isn’t a Writer

Someone made the mistake of referring to her as such - as a writer - on Twitter Julia Fox went on a date and wrote an email to Interview magazine abt it

I didn’t see much art in that

My new husband was a beautiful yeller But he wasn’t anybody Interview magazine wanted to photograph

On Xmas Eve I sat in my car in his driveway 45 minutes Waiting for him to come out

He stood in the door, his foot propping it open, Smoking cigarettes and thumbing his phone instead

It was ten thirty, ten forty five, eleven, eleven fifteen …

It was almost Xmas morning by the time I called my husband from the car on my cellphone: “Please come help me, I have to pee”

After I peed we argued forty five more minutes over who had been responsible

there weren’t any Balenciaga clothes for me to try on the house was 900 square feet; We parked in the drive

We’d been married just under two months Things were going well Or not well Depending on how you looked at them

I didn’t like looking – I knew it was all dependent on how much Adderall he was snorting I tried not to look

Someone on twitter said Julia Fox was an artist because she was Writing about her experience as it happened; “Genius”

That same person’s husband had recently texted me and asked me to call him In order to get me to stop writing about my experiences as they happened

I just wanted to be a genius I just wanted to be post alt lit

I didn’t reply to the text; didn’t make the call

I’d been wearing a Balenciaga dress the night her husband propped himself Over my mouth two years earlier in a hotel room in -----

I hadn’t notified Interview magazine abt it I hadn’t tweeted abt it either I wasn’t post alt lit Or a genius

I bought my own Balenciaga dresses I didn’t snort Adderall

On Xmas evening my new husband yelled again He bellowed beautifully at me from the top bunk of his son’s bed I left his house at 11:30 pm, almost 24 hours to the minute I’d left my car The night before

I drove the hour home, my dog in a crate in the back, Drank and smoked cigarettes in the basement Same shit, different husband

No one from Interview magazine wanted to interview me

This is my art.

[frankoharas]

https://www.hobartpulp.com/web_features/bernie-sanders-voice

[ellenash]

I recently had the pleasure of interviewing author Wendy C. Ortiz on her book BRUJA, out from Civil Coping Mechanisms, about dreams and readings. <3

[agirlnamedbone]

from “Life, Death, and Thirst in Hogwaller” by Rebekah Morgan

Sometimes people drown in this river and sometimes people find bashed up bloated blue bodies along this river and blame it on gang violence. Sometimes I swim naked in this river and I don’t care who sees. The river doesn’t care either. The Rivanna River used to be named The River Anne, it’s always churning and it’s always changing. Sometimes it floods and people cry about their cars. I flick my cigarette into the river and it disappears.  I like how I die slowly because it feels more tragic.

I look at Kathy Ann and I think about all the dumb men around here.  Kathy Ann says “all change is short change.” I feel dumb and blind and I feel ugly. I watch life fly by like it’s goodbye forever. I feel lonelier than ever sitting on the river bank with Kathy Ann. I wonder if she likes Thai food. I wonder if her bedspread is from Walmart and if it’s neon-colored with black skulls on it. I think about how bad I wanted to be Neil Young when I was little. It’s not easy to be alive and it’s not easy to say good-bye.

short fiction pub. in Hobart Pulp

[ellenash]

Lauren Grawbowski interviewed me for Hobart Pulp!! She’s an amazing interviewer! 

[ellenash]

Last week I interviewed Lucy K. Shaw about her new book, WAVES, released as a double feature with Sarah Jean Alexander’s LOUD IDIOTS. 

[sister-garden]

To love is to understand the tsunami-- that it's just a thing the sea does when it's been too long missing the land.

Deleted Vows by Vincent Scarpa from Hobart.