“I’m waiting for Suzannah to get home …” >> Read more
Introduction for Doc O’Donnell written by Jesse Lawrence:
Doc O’Donnell gets me. Or, I’d like to think he does, anyway. Never mind that time, once, when he was quoting Arrested Development or some such and I just kept flashing back on Dirty Dancing, missing, exactly, what was going on in all this, and certainly not unsticking myself from the eighties, from where I was living for the music, through it, maybe even dreaming those rock ‘n’ roll superstar fantasies, the kind that “didn’t quite work out” for Doc, thus throwing him into the storyteller ring, allowing me to even know of him, let alone get to misquote things with or around him.
“Sepp and Arlo Clancy raised rabbits and chickens but the chickens always died…” >> Read more
Introduction for David Osborne written by Jesse Lawrence:
J David Osborne has until recently escaped me, and it’s not one bit his doing, but mine. I’ve had his debut novel By the Time We Leave Here, We’ll be Friends since I caught an early ripple in some certain friendly waters. However, I have yet take that Siberian trip. But then
“The air, thousands of blades rushing over the evershifting earth. I walk nameless and faceless through a featureless land beneath an unremarkable sky …” >> Read more
Introduction for Eddy Rathke written by Jesse Lawrence:
I’m walking down the street, half immersed in the stolen glance of a tangential thought and half immersed in the book I’m reading, in the trees I am, so far, avoiding, and I catch a peripheral spark of fancy dress. Edward J Rathke. Could that have been?
Mr. Rathke and I, we share a city and we circle similar halls, but we do these things in just such a fashion that we seem to always pass each other by, failing at formally meeting. As I shuffle the city streets, Eddy runs to alternating global corners, writing letters to himself and those he meets, his prose as mellifluous as the paths which he seems to take.
I imagine him at the ballet, simultaneously in the front row and in the wings. Or even, perhaps, in some Lynchian time-travel cinematic dream wherein he takes the place of Sami Frey.
“When you pop your knuckles you can’t wear rings …” >> Read more
Introduction for the lovely Amanda Gowin written by The Velvet’s own Jesse Lawrence:
Amanda Gowin, like her story “Tin Man,” is a tornado in my mind. She’s caught in this secret history, a lucid dream, the way things very well may have been. Part of her, in this here history, she’s my sister, and another part of her, the flip-side, she’s this swelling platonic twin, the kind that you’d have shed blood with and sworn allegiance to before people then your age knew, even, what “acronym” meant. In all that, that world within me that only imagination and heart can reach, we’re racing—giggling, fingers entwined—her feet two steps ahead of mine, daring adventures out of me, teaching me to dance, and teaching me how to apply eye shadow just so so that Halloween can be that much more real. And when the first step is finally my turn, when I decide that jump is something I can take, she’s right there, going too, future’s possibilities opening up below us.
“He had this magic trick, my granddad. …” >> Read more
Chris Deal worked in a cigar shop before he married his true love. One Christmas he drew my name in a secret-santa gift exchange and I received a non-descript box of books that smelled like a secret-santa cigar exchange. I wasn’t supposed to know who sent it, which made me smile.
Recently someone in my home rounded a corner and caught me at my bookcase inhaling the inside spine of a book. There was a pause and a grimace. He finally asked what I was doing. I said I didn’t know.
I don’t usually go around smelling things. Nor would I ever try to smell Chris Deal himself, unless invited, but occasionally a connection is made; between my memories of funny times, things like cigar-infused gifts, and my fondness of a certain person, and there’s a feeling that no longer relates to writing or books. I talk about Chris Deal’s writing often. He’s a sort of pure talent who knows nothing but honesty and humility. But when I’m in the privacy of my home, and free to stop talking about books, and smell or taste whatever’s nearby, I like Chris Deal the person even more than the writer. Which, from me, all things considered, is quite a claim.
“I noticed it first at the second meeting. His hands were smaller, and when he held the metal high-dive model complete with board and splash, it appeared much bigger than it did in my hand. …” >> Read more
Craig Wallwork is one of my personal favorites, as humans go. He is fearless in ways that are too rare among writers; he will say anything, if it means making a reader laugh. Or making a friend feel loved. He wins for formidable earnestness, and we win for getting our hands on his exceptional writing.
I love this photo of him. He looks cooler than the rest of us, and knowing him like I do—how he reacts to compliments—I can’t resist trying to say the things that turn such a hard face bright red.
Details are fuzzy now, but in my memory I begged him to be in this anthology, regardless of his perceived difference in writing style. I don’t win many arguments, but I’m quite happy I won that one.
Thunderdome is a webzine founded by the multi-talented Michael Paul Gonzalez.
Michael has a brilliant eye for art, crossing many mediums and platforms. In the fall of 2011 he will edit the Thunderdome print anthology, In Search of a City – Los Angeles in 1,000 Words, with stories prompted by gorgeous Hipstamatic-style photos of LA, and featuring many of Warmed and Bound‘s own contributors.
Through the month of August, Thunderdome will feature two stories a week by Warmed and Bound contributors. It is a unique privilege for us to get a full month of attention from such an awesome magazine. Please help us return the affection by ‘liking’ the Thunderdome Facebook page and returning often to www.thundadome.com.
From the Thunderdome website:
“August will be a bit of a departure from our latest “Writer in Residence” series, and instead present writers, a collection of them in fact! The Velvet, an online literary community, released its first print collection last month to a rousing success – the book sold so rapidly that it temporarily broke Barnes & Noble’s website (which is a very dark story on its own…). This month, we’ll roll out two stories per week from some of the writers featured in the book, concluding the month with Mlaz Corbier’s latest Dispatch from Thunder Road as he tracks down the wily and elusive Pela Via, hard-working editor of the Warmed and Bound collection. Some of these stories are stand alone works, some are previously published in print, but appearing online for the first time, and others are tangential to the stories you’ll see in the book. Enjoy the ride!”
From Booked: Bob Pastorella lives in Southeast Texas. He’s published with Outsider Writers Collective, Thunderdome, Nefarious Muse, Troubadour 21, and his short story “To Watch Is Madness” is featured in The Zombist: Undead Western Tales Anthology. He is currently working on a vampire/noir novel. You can visit Bob at bobpastorella.com.
Judas Priest – The Hellion-Electric Eye
Nazareth – Hair of the Dog