She was a furtive creature in dark blue sweatpants, her hair in a bun, her feet in socks in sandals in a room full of the fumes of dry things: tubes of paint, clay, baloney. […]
She was a furtive creature in dark blue sweatpants, her hair in a bun, her feet in socks in sandals in a room full of the fumes of dry things: tubes of paint, clay, baloney. […]
He was a kid—he looked barely more than fifteen, and he had the rangy strut of a pro garbage-picker, a Brando without a brain. He started talking to me, and couldn’t stop. It was dim, […]
I would tell you the name of the bar but it isn’t important. I would tell you that a lot of people called it a dive, and it was one of the last bars in […]
I hosted and booked Night of the Living Tongue, an all-live avant-garde variety show for 9 years on KBOO Community Radio, 90.7 FM. I found musicians, writers, storytellers, pranksters, and anti-comedians to guest on the show each week. […]
Death Confetti was released by Feral House in June 2016. It took a year to generate and edit the content into its final form. Feral House is a press known for its embrace of shocking and […]
“One of these days, people will utter Jennifer Robin’s name in the same breath as Walt Curtis or Katherine Dunn. Her new book, Death Confetti, lingers at the crossroads where memoir, creative nonfiction, bizarro reality, […]
To me, everything is evidence; everything is debris. There is a lot of talk about how we are entering the phase of human civilization where all that is left of our species are streams of […]