Find the cauliflower.
Fun news: We just installed my short story “Cauliflower Tells You” in the storefront window of V2, a temporary collaborative art space in Capitol Hill’s old Value Village. If you’re in Seattle, stop by anytime! This is part of Artist Trust‘s 30th birthday celebration, which will culminate in a party on October 22. The party will feature art, music, film, readings, and performances from:
Humaira Abid / Iole Alessandrini / Juventino Aranda / Hami Bahadori / Jana Brevick / Zachary Burns / Romson Bustillo / Blake Chamberlain / Michelle de la Vega / Ryan Feddersen / Dakota Gearhart / Leah Gerrard / Ari Glass / Lori Goldston / Dayna Hanson / Vic Haven / Gary Hill / Andrew Hoeppner / Jessica Hoffman / Jan Hopkins / Jenny Hyde / Mari Ichimasu / Todd Jannausch / Britta Johnson / Christopher Paul Jordan / Lisa Kinoshita / Robert Lashley / Cheryll Leo-Gwin / Stacey Levine / Holly Ballard Martz / Cathy McClure / Fiona McGuigan / Marilyn Montufar / Tyna Ontko / Clyde Petersen / Kristen Ramirez / George Rodriguez / Paul Rucker / Austin Stiegemeier / Anca Szilagyi / Barbara Earl Thomas / Elissa Washuta / Ellen Ziegler / More TBA!
Prior to the party on the 22nd, you can drop in during Capitol Hill Art Walk on October 13, 5-8 pm. Hope to see you on the 13th or 22nd!
A fantastic cat is one of Cauliflower’s neighbors: “Lion” by George Rodriguez.
Find the ice pick.
Examining the final product with Brian McGuigan, Artist Trust’s Program Director.
Great news! My story “Cauliflower Tells You,” which appeared in Monkeybicycle in February (on my birthday, no less), has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. I’ve never been nominated for a Pushcart, and this might just be the strangest story I’ve ever written to date, so that is very encouraging indeed. Many thanks to editor James Tate Hill for the nomination!
Partial inspiration for “Cauliflower Tells You” — a magic dress shop in Victoria, B.C.
One of the weirdest short short stories I’ve ever written, “Cauliflower Tells You,” was published today on Monkeybicycle. It happens to be my 33rd birthday, so this is an excellent birthday present from the universe. Here’s how it begins:
Cauliflower perches behind your ear and talks to you in a tinny voice.
Elements of this story have been floating around in my head for some time, but I couldn’t figure out what to do with them. (Like “Raven in a Jar,” I had an atmosphere first, then a story.) Then one day this past fall, after immersing myself in Anne Carson and Haruki Murakami, and after eating a rainbow cookie, and after finding myself on the couch with the flu, this story poured out into a notebook, following the intensely strange logic of a fever dream.