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[deehollowaywrites]

A bit of late news to round out the year: my story collection Something in the Trees is on the long-list for Santa Fe Writers Project's annual award! This was such a nice surprise. Best wishes to all the manuscripts and their authors!

[thisliterarylife]

just another queer memoir that’s having a huge impact on my life. About the book: Despite her parents' struggles with addiction, Lilly Dancyger always thought of her childhood as a happy one. But what happens when a journalist interrogates her own rosy memories to reveal the instability around the edges? Dancyger's father, Joe Schactman, was part of the iconic 1980s East Village art scene. He created provocative sculptures out of found materials, and brought his young daughter into his gritty, iconoclastic world. She idolized him--despite the escalating heroin addiction that sometimes overshadowed his creative passion. When Schactman died suddenly, just as Dancyger was entering adolescence, she went into her own self-destructive spiral, raging against the world that had taken him away. But as an adult, Dancyger began to question the mythology she'd created about her father--the brilliant artist, struck down in his prime--using his paintings, sculptures, and prints as a guide to piece together a truer story. Featuring Schactman's artwork throughout, Negative Space explores Dancyger's grief, anger, and artistic inheritance as she sets out to illuminate the darkness her father hid from her, as well as her own. #bookstagram #bookish #bookworm #fridayreads #sfwp #lilydancyger #pridereads #grief #cottagecoreaesthetic #cottagecore #scrapbook #amreading #mustread https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ15TSWLByA/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ipgbook]

New & Notable

Patagonian Road By Kate McCahill

"With her Lonely Planet guide in one hand and Paul Theroux in the other, Kate McCahill backpacks from Guatemala to Buenos Aires losing love and finding a whirlwind assortment of ex-pats, aid workers, travel junkies, and locals. Patagonian Road is a millennial's adventure story, roughing it in the age of Skype and cell phones, through a Latin America still in recovery from decades of revolution, American meddling, and authoritarian misrule." —Douglas Glover, author and editor, Numéro Cinq "Vivid . . . insightful . . . A beautiful debut." —Kirstin Valdez Quade, author, Night at the Fiestas "A compelling addition to the growing genre of solo travelogues by women who end their journeys stronger, more self-aware, and more connected to the world." —Emily Dziuban, Booklist "This welcome (and timely) call to explore foreign borders as well as our own comfort zones is highly recommended." —Benjamin Malczewski, Library Journal

[johnwbateman]

Luther thinks his crickets are plotting his demise, but his sister thinks he's using meth. Chirp!

Check out my latest short story in Issue 6 of The SFWP Quarterly!

[killing-time-killing-me]

ayden.

i’m sorry about what i put you through

i was starved for love

but i wasn’t yet ready to love

and i’ll never stop apologizing for that

[killing-time-killing-me]

Pardon me if I can't think For this cloudiness in my head A dense fog has been forming, Comprised of words better left unsaid.

Better Left Unsaid (9:49PM) 5.4.2015

[killing-time-killing-me]

you never opened up. you were brash and mean. and i didn't believe you. but it's too late to romanticize you now. and i can't bring myself to pity you.

X. (11:41PM) 5.3.2015

[killing-time-killing-me]

Your hands are cold. They are a stark contrast to my own, as ice meets flame. I only hope that I have the same effect on you as flame does on ice.

I Hope You Melt; b (1:55AM) 5.3.2015