It's mid-July and the heat is stank. August better be weak. Or not. I don't know. I guess I don't care. I'll be wishing for this heat battering come January. Maybe.
SO!
Find some air-conditioning and chill the rock out with some great newness:
The Collagist brings the beer. Mmmmm, beer.
Writers' Bloc brings the booze. PROUHET!
And PANK, lovely lovely PANK, brings the ice. MORE PROUHET! And JOHNSIE NOEL!
Something to purchase when you're not broke: Mid-American Review, Volume XXX, Numbers 1 & 2.
...I see you, Roxane. I see you too, Durham. I see you...poet people.
Nice.
And coming soon to a Chicago near you:
The Sixth Annual mothereffing Printers' Ball, featuring rockstar participants and collaborators like Artifice Magazine, Bull Men's Fiction, Chicago Subtext, BOUND OFF, and many many more.
3 comments:
1) thank you.
2) you don't know anything about heat.
3) listen to my link.
1) welcome
2) imma learn you bout heat
3) done
Thank you, Mr. Mel! Always an honor to receive one of your shout-outs!
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