He turned the ignition. He killed the interior lights. The joyride began—or should I call it a painride? The bus veered out of the suburb. It started racing down country roads. With the interior lights […]

He turned the ignition. He killed the interior lights. The joyride began—or should I call it a painride? The bus veered out of the suburb. It started racing down country roads. With the interior lights […]
In another life she would have been Joan of Arc, but on this bus she was more like Nurse Ratchett, the big blonde woman with arms like a titan who kept growling at her […]
I would wander through markets and late night cafes, and take notes, compulsively, and when I got hungry, I would go to the Hare Krishna temple and eat Indian food. Nothing comes for free, of […]
In downtown Seattle by Union Station there is a corroded metal awning that reads Publix Hotel, and at certain points the metal has corroded a micron wide, and at some points you could (if you […]
This is what he did. It is not meant as a bizarre metaphor. The man would unzip his fly, shrug down his pants (or if he was in an elaborate mood, put on a ladies’ […]
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, […]