introducing your dream literary agent

Do you have absolutely zero ideas for a book?

Or perhaps you just want to know how to properly use the little known literary trick, “ellipse-semi-colon style” (…;) properly in a sentence?

Then, here’s your man. But, fair warning: you probably don’t have the chops to get this dude to rep you.

Mercedes, no turn signal, yapping on the phone

In the streets they prowl for parking

Obliviously zig-zagging like the shopping cart bums after cans

Singly determined, in their own way, to the leftovers of [...]

books about books

I’m reading Nelson Algren’s “Notes from a Sea Diary: Hemingway all the way,” and came across this brilliant nugget in the story entitled, “July 14th Raft of a Summer Night.” Algren was wailing away at editors, publishers and critics regarding so many classic books being out of print, yet so many of those same classic’s [...]

conversation between cousins

“Four days before dontcha know she’d cut herself,” my cousin paused through the phone. I could hear the phone scratching on something, his face, shoulder, while he was knocking at something with his free hands. “You know. Slashed her wrist.”
“Oh yeah,” was all I could think to say.
“Yeah. I mean, that’s the only reason I married her.”
“I thought your son introduced [...]

dirt does smoke

I was digging through a Tupperware container full of shake when I found something that looked like knocked off dirt from a boot tread. It was about the size of a fingernail, geometrically smooth and even along two parallel sides, but broken off and crumbly on the other two.
“What the, how did this get in [...]

AITPL #12

Yes, even I am occasionally published in other magazines besides my own.

You can check out the current and past issues of Air in the Paragraph Line, and learn everything you could possibly want about it’s publisher, Jon Konrath, here.

Air in the Paragraph Line number 12 has just come out, published by a good Slouch friend, [...]

jealousy is policy

There’s the girl who loves chocolate and eats nothing but cake. She eats her lunch in the shack, outside by the recycling bins. We can never find her when a customer comes for her. Sometimes the customers get mad and kick over tables.
Whenever I eat in the back room, I [...]