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Growing Up Zine Seeks Submissions!

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A couple months ago, Dana — the lovely editor of growing up zine — invited me to contribute to issue number one! I am very excited to have my work featured in this new “…zine about transitioning into adulthood — and the boons and blunders you may stumble upon along the way…”

According to Dana, rolling submissions are still accepted and the zine will hopefully be released by the end of the month. You can submit anything your heart desires, as long as it fits the overarching theme of GROWING UP! This could include anything relating to being in your 20s, life stories/experiences, horticulture, transitioning into the adult world, cultural and societal influences, etc. It can be poetry, prose, short stories, nonfiction, and so forth. There is no character limit and the format is open to contributor preference.

For more information, please check out growingupzine.tumblr.com. You can submit via Tumblr or email to growingupmag@gmail.com.

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The Flea is on the “Lamb”!

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Dear ladies and gentleman:

Here is a much overdue update on myself and The Poet and the Flea:

  • As you may recall, I had emergency gallbladder surgery and pancreatitis this past January. Well, I hadn’t been feeling well since then and was back in the hospital with pancreatitis in April. Long story short, I’ve had a very rough year so far, but my health is finally back to normal!
  • I’ve continued work on short film Death Is No Bad Friend about Robert Louis Stevenson. As of this month, our director Mary Lachapelle is finally on board after graduating from Tulane, so we’re hoping to really get the ball rolling now.
  • I’ve been working on The First Reich (thefirstreich.wordpress.com) about the Jewish-Austrian psychoanalyst Wilhelm Reich — specifically pages 11 through 25. I haven’t been able to work on this in a while, but I’m hoping to finish these pages…

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I, Your Brother

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Check out my amazing friend O. Webb’s poem on the Eunoia Review! Congratulations, O.!!!

Originally posted on Eunoia Review:

On a damp day you left for Dublin
while I tended our family’s farm.
“You can come visit,” you said and promised
countless phone calls for your younger brother,
whose cupped lips cried, “Kate, you’ll get famous!”
as your bus rolled from our boarded-up town.

Scrubbed blood lined the limestone of your new town
as you wove through this world of dear Dublin
where machine guns forged faces infamous.
From a phone booth you dialed the farm
and choked up at the sound of your brother.
“No, I won’t tell Ma or Da,” I promised.

For a time you told truth to your brother
until fresh friends swept you into their town.
You sang at a pub. “For now,” you promised
while your soul re-pinned to fit in Dublin.
Though my sweat salted our family farm
I wished that I could help you get famous.

You saw U2 before they…

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The Flea will return Wednesday, January 9th, 2013.

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