Disposable camera photos from october thru december 2013 feat jetzt collective tour, malt whitman, the sidekicks, all dogs at rainbow bakery, virginia beach, ferguson dog park, maryn jones & jon meador, & my face, not in chronological order bc, come on, memory/time is enigmatic yo
• 31 December 2013 • 4 notes
Deadpan, a short story collection by Alex Mussawir, is nowon Goodreads.
Read two stories from Deadpan here & here.
Buy the chapbook here.
• 25 November 2013 • 5 notes
Disposable camera photos from May through August 2013, featuring pontoon boat party on Lake Monroe, High Dive tour, Columbus & Cleveland, OH visits, not in chronological order because I can’t remember / time folds into itself all the time, pt. 2
• 21 November 2013 • 6 notes
Disposable camera photos from May through August 2013, featuring pontoon boat party on Lake Monroe, High Dive tour, Columbus & Cleveland, OH visits, not in chronological order because I can’t remember / time folds into itself all the time, pt. 1
• 21 November 2013 • 2 notes
HI WE ARE THROWING OUR FIRST LITERATURE FESTIVAL IN THE WOODS IN OHIO
WOULD LUV TO SEE YOU THURRR
MONSTER HOUSE PRESS invites you to MALT WHITMAN: OHIO’S LITERATURE, HOMEBREW, & CAMPING FESTIVAL!
Over the course of the weekend, attendees will have a chance to see and hear an eclectic and talented group of contemporary writers read poetry, prose, short stories and more at Lake Hope State Park. A handful of Ohioans and regional friends will make their best efforts on some homebrew to swap and share. Attendees are welcome to bring their own to trade and share as well.
The readings at Malt Whitman will take place on and around the grounds of Lake Hope State Park with designated areas and times marked on a map that will be available online prior to the event and at the event. The hope is to enjoy the outdoors as much as possible! Writing too. And also beer. We will gather for the love of independent literature and the ways it unfurls our lives and tangles them together.
In the case of inclement weather, we will host the readings inside of a rented cottage near the park. Saturday breakfast and dinner as well as Sunday breakfast and coffee will be provided. Please bring snacks and items that keep well to sustain and share.
Please note: alcohol is allowed only at camp sites and the official Malt Whitman Cottage on Lake Hope State Park grounds. Please respect the park rules!
This is our first attempt at having this gathering. We would love to have you!
Ryan J. Eilbeck
Wendy Lee Spacek
Richard Wehrenberg, Jr.
More readers TBA!
READING TIMES / LOCATIONS TBA
10/4, Friday night - 7pm-9pm (location TBA)
10/5, Saturday morning - 11am -1pm (location TBA)
10/5, Saturday night - 7pm -9pm (homebrew swap / after party, 9:30 pm - ??) (location TBA)
10/6, Sunday morning - Coffee, breakfast and goodbyes (location TBA)
THING IM DOING SOON
• 5 September 2013 • 15 notes
all dogs — ANNOYING
when you say it’s okay
i want to tell you everything
i want to
i want you
i want you
let it out let it out let it out
• 9 August 2013 • 5 notes
a very important place/time.
I see / feel us all. [Monster House garage roof / alien landing place]
• 23 May 2013 • 11 notes
* FORTHCOMING FROM MONSTER HOUSE PRESS *
Dearly beloved Columbusite Ryan Starinsky’s first chapbook of poems / prose poems, thinking of everything, is forthcoming from Monster House Press later this month!
* TWO POEMS FROM THE CHAPBOOK *
walked outside [of Bat Chapters while the last band was still playing] and her bike was locked to his bike [which was locked next to my bike that didn’t have any bike locked to it] so i left, biked home.
during that second, i could feel my head weighing heavier; the tide, strong and slow like a locomotive approaching another stop. my eyelids open and close, soft like doors, undocumented to all but myself, as if we were meant to remember each moment when we actually realize something we hadn’t known before.
what i see now are things at ease, things that rest and never bleed. these things keep me here staring, a small voice reminding me to do something, like change the clocks, sound of an older man yearning for his untroubled body back, his sharp mind; the way he remembers himself—even still defending wars and friends, telling me he believed in them.
we’re walking on a tangent in a field of flowers wearing the sun’s skin, where everything just looks beautiful. (sure, once a vision of the long haired mailman now crossing the yard, pretending to blend in.) what will just be when we know where we’re going, when we walk with purpose.
i remember when you stood in another room describing us as tumbleweeds. the last words i can remember feeling. you were blunt, you were true and i bought it. after that though, things felt different, the silence was enough to know who you’d been talking about.
having the time to focus on the darkness, hiding that reverence you let brush against your arm, never trying to hold it in your hands. like finding a cartoon birthday card of a kid holding his father’s axe, reminding me of when i was young and untouched, buried in a shoebox. we belong to our minds.
• 13 May 2013 • 13 notes
I’m reading poems in Cleveland, OH on Saturday April 6th with Ryan J. Eilbeck as part of a Monster House Press showcase w/ musical performances from Delay, American War, Lost Jon & the Ghosts, & Canting Arms at Bad Racket Studio.
• 4 April 2013 • 2 notes