In a world of watered-down bestsellers and formula novels, Hitching to Nirvana eases back just enough to show the blade which cuts the real open, then bolts forward again, giving us a charged, swerving dance to self-actualization. Hitching to Nirvana is a magnetic forcefield, not just pulling us beautifully into the story, but into our own lives. It's rare when a writer can open the shared world with such a deft, personal touch. Janet Mason is a genius.
C.A. ConradStichwörter: literary women-s-fiction lgbtq-literature
I'm not the kind of faggot who wants to put a rainbow sticker on a machine gun.
C.A. ConradStichwörter: war homosexuality
For love, Frank spoke softly into envelopes instead of writing letters.
C.A. ConradI’m here for the show” the man said
looking under Frank’s shirt for the door
“I’m no theater” Frank said
a line formed
must he admit them all?
many had umbrellas
a blind woman
waited with
her dog
“it’s gonna be a great show” someone said
“but when’s he gonna let us in?”
Frank’s tears began to fall
someone ripped his doors open
they filled him for an hour
Stichwörter: poetry
every March Frank
loses his circle of friends
he's in the backyard
face in hands
surrounded by seven
carrots and seven
corncob pipes in seven
puddles of water with
fourteen eyes
made out
of coal
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