I accidentally won the 2011 Speakeasy Holiday Toast-Off on Tuesday.
After waiting for food at Tako Cheena for half an hour (and I would burn them to the ground for their consistently disinterested service except they make some of the most amazing tacos in town), I made it to Will’s and was coerced into participating by Tod Caviness. I made it past the very funny Arnie Ellis and survived a three way death match for the championship and a fistful of Chimay. This was my winning toast (to the best of my recollection)
“To Mixed Martial Arts…thanks for showing us how blood makes for an excellent lubricant.”
I’m not used to winning things. Runner-up, yes. Robbed, yes. It allows me to operate with a chip on my shoulder, keeping me hungry. I don’t celebrate for long and I don’t wallow for long either. I keep moving.
Specter Magazine recently changed their format from weekly to monthly, which means my column is now weekly to monthly. It’s nice to have the time off between columns but I also liked those enforced weekly deadlines. Look for the next one in December.
Three poems of my latest album to poem project are up on Smalldoggies Magazine, which you can check out here.
I have a flash fiction piece over at Metazen, which you can read here. This story was because of a prompt from this book. I don’t normally read books on craft, but I recommend it highly.
J. Bradley's is a Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize nominated writer whose work has appeared in numerous literary journals including decomP, Hobart, and Prairie Schooner. He was the Interviews Editor of PANK, the Flash Fiction Editor of NAP, and the Web Editor of Monkeybicycle. He is the author of the poetry collection Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books, 2009), the novella Bodies Made of Smoke (HOUSEFIRE, 2012), and the graphic poetry collection The Bones of Us (YesYes Books, 2014), illustrated by Adam Scott Mazer. He is the curator of the Central Florida reading series There Will Be Words and lives at iheartfailure.net.