#jeff mann

[gatheringbones]

jeff mann, loving mountains loving men

[lgbtqreads]

Fave Five: Queer Appalachian Fiction

Fave Five: Queer Appalachian Fiction

Cattywampus by Ash Van Otterloo (MG Fantasy) Cub by Jeff Mann (Contemporary Coming of Age) Sugar Run by Mesha Maren (Adult Contemporary) Road Out of Winter by Alison Stine (Adult Dystopian) Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo (Southern Gothic) Bonus: For story collections, check out F*ckface: and Other Stories by Leah Hampton and LGBTQ Fiction and Poetry From Appalachia, ed. by Jeff Mann and Julia…

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[fuckyeahcourtneylove]

“This is the owner of my heart, king of 10 thousand tears and kisses. He’s a junkie truck driver now, but I’d take him back any second. This is what I’ve loved. This is the time I’ve wasted. I hate him. No, I mean I REALLY hate him.”

~ Courtney Love’s diary entry about Jeff Mann, early 80s. San Francisco.

[sesiondemadrugada]

The Wall (Doug Liman, 2017).

[gatheringbones]

Gathering Green Tomatoes In The Rain, by Jeff Mann

[Anyone who knows me knows I've waited years for this— sleeping late on Sundays with a man so kind I'm suspicious, as I was

all over Ireland, where the solicitude of strangers made me fear for a mugging waiting around the corner of each hospitable word. I curl for hours against your back,

its soft larch-bough wings of fur, I curl into the rain's incessance, that first steady autumn rain, summer's sodden funeral. Almost noon when we rise.

"Fried-green-tomato weather," I announce, that southern delicacy I have promised you for weeks. "Are they breakfast food?" you wonder,

and now we are huddled together, by your stoop-side garden, beneath your huge cathedral-arch umbrella, temporary oasis of dry,

feeling the hemisphere slope its slow day-by-day away from the light. I am bending and cupping firm unripe jade stippled with storm,

retreating to the kitchen, slicing them, coring out the tough bit of pithy white. "The secret ingredient," I announce, hillbilly hierophant, taking down

the sugar bowl, mixing that touch of sweet with cornmeal, salt, pepper, heating up the sine que non of southern cooking, bacon grease,

easing the dusted tomatos in, frying the coating a crackling gold-brown. Perfect with Tabasco, with the mozzarella-and-fresh-basil

omelette you fry up, the melon you slice. Grinning, we gobble every bite. All the years before— giving, giving, gifts

to those who could not care, would not give back. How well we make a feast together. Those years of waste are over.]

[gatheringbones]

jeff mann, dueling feasts

[fuckyeahcourtneylove]

 cl + her first real boyfriend, jeff mann. early 80s. malibu is written about him. 

[free-air-for-fish]

"Poetry is just one way to hold on, to record what I feel I should not forget."

- Loving Mountains, Loving Men by Jeff Mann