The first installment of Adventures in Litter Bay, in which Hitchcock Coheed installs a compression fitting, reflects on his wife, and complicates a business relationship. Here’s a taste: He doesn’t like crawling under houses, especially when leaky plumbing is involved. Rolling around in the muck. Spiders and dark corners. Stuff you never wanted to see or smell or think about. TechnicallyRead More
About Lars Peterson
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Hitchcock Coheed had earned a private pilot’s license when he was 16 years old, a degree in electrical engineering when he was 22, a contractor’s license (as an electrician) when he was 26, a marriage license at 27 and at 28 he signed on to his bride’s idea to pack up and seek their fortune in California. A year laterRead More
Just like Rodin, say, farmed out the sculpting of feet, Tom Clancy hired “co-writers” to pen a lot of his work. One of those writers talks about his experience working with (for?) the recently departed bestseller. “Sure!” I said, and gulped. “Great. And one more thing. Book’s due in six weeks. Minimum length: 110,000 words. Though we can deal with 90,000.Read More
This is a pretty good list. It includes online outposts of print lit giants like Granta, Paris Review, New Yorker, and also new media pipsqueaks like Electric Literature, The American Reader, some others I’ve never visited but surely will now that I’ve added them to my feed reader. Unfortunately, Storyweek didn’t make the cut. Someday! Add them (and us!) toRead More
Or your mother. Or your uncle or your aunt. Or your brother. And pickup when they call, too.
Long, long before caller ID, my dad would answer the phone, “Hi! How are ya?” which never failed to flummox the caller. My brother and I followed his example and managed to keep it up for several weeks until one evening, when Dad was working the swing shift, the phone rang, and after asking our stepmother if I could answer,Read More
This one is not about a dog. Well, not literally.
Jeebus, a couple weeks ago we went up to Monterey for a car race at Laguna Seca along with the brother-in-law and his two boys, 22 and 16, and the 22 year old decided he wanted to follow up his White Russian with a Long Island Iced Tea, and I looked at his dad, who looked back at me, andRead More
One afternoon I told my friend John Scane I was maybe planning on watching I Am Legend later that evening on streaming, and I said, “Hey have you seen it?” and he said, “Yeah, sure a while ago. It’s pretty good,” and I said, “It’s got zombies, though, right? You know I can’t take too much of the gore andRead More
Right over here. One hundred and forty-eight words, and let me tell you, it’s hard to cram a story into so few words. I cheated and went for easy emotion. Awww, poor puppy! So. Where’s yours? Write it up, send it in, and we’ll publish it.