A poem I wrote, THE KITCHEN SINK COMPARES ITSELF TO YOU, is currently loose and wandering the streets of Turkey thanks to Simon Jacobs at Safety Pin Review and our man in the trenches, Jeremy Reed. More action shots to follow.
Thunderclap Press has published my poem CASUAL DAY FOR LOVERS #5 to round out its poem-a-day National Poetry Month collection. I am happy to once again be surrounded by the thoughts and texts of great authors and friends. Thanks, Robert and Amanda.
Some of you will remember the release of my Gold Wake Press e-chap, EXIT STRATEGIES, last year. Well, Mr. Swoon and I have been busy breathing a little new life into it via a six-part multimedia presentation. Swoon has released the first in the series, which we both hope you enjoy. More to follow!
If you haven’t yet done so, please take a look at the relaunch of Short, Fast, & Deadly Monthly. The inaugural issue, aptly named [First Words], includes six pieces from me as the featured artist and is available in both print and digital formats. Thanks, Joseph!
see: SF&D | [FIRST WORDS]
see also: PRINT VERSION
Nailpolish Stories did a little “Best of” roundup. I’m happy to say that one of my stories made that list. I’m in good company all around. Thanks, Nicole!
I have a short piece built from instructions for children’s games in the January issue of elimae. Go check out RED RABBIT, BLACK RABBIT. Then, stay and check out all of the other great work! My gratitude goes to Cooper Renner and Brandon Hobson for their tirelessness.
see: elimae, January 2012
I have a new piece in the December issue of Four and Twenty. Head over there and read SIGNS OF WOLVES. Buy it a beer and tell it your troubles; it loves you like that. Thanks Vinnie, Geoff, and Kay!
See: Four and Twenty
If you don’t know about Unshod Quills, let this note serve as an official, “Why not?” Editor Dena Rash Guzman runs a tight ship, and she has been kind enough to include two of my pieces in Issue 3 on the themes of David Bowie and Dancing about Architecture. Thanks, Dena!
Mud Luscious kingpin, JA Tyler, has assembled a firecracker of a special issue of [PANK] to coincide with the release of the Stamp Stories Anthology. Yes, fifty words or less by some of the most compelling word hustlers in the game. To say I’m honored to be included would be an understatement. You should probably get some!
HOUSEFIRE has published an erasure piece I did for them, of which I am particularly fond: THE BRIDE ATLANTIS. Please have a look at it if you have the time. Thanks to the whole HF family, and especially, to Maurice Burford for the wild prompt that made this possible.
My poem, ghostlong is now up at elimae.
Fun fact: this poem and its title were at one time the alternate end poem and title to none other than my Red Ceilings Press chapbook, Olifaunt. I’m glad it’s been published, and I’m happy to once again have work featured with elimae. Thanks, Coop!
see: elimae
see also: Olifaunt at Red Ceilings Press (download and share!)
My words, SONGS NO ONE COLLECTS ARE SONGS FOR A FUTURE, are happy to be included among the many wonderful sets of words that have gathered to form Mud Luscious, Issue Seventeen. Do stop by and shake their hands; these words would like a chance to read you better. My undying gratitude as always to J. A. Tyler and Andrew Borgstrom, two of the finest editors any words can know.
PIPE DREAM: EVERYONE WHO KNOWS ME WILL DISAPPEAR IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO
EVERYONE WHO KNOWS ME WILL DISAPPEAR IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DODAVID TOMALOFF
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The orange teeth of the concrete kicked in, I wound my way through the city’s maze until I found my weighted heart unchained &set free. I woke up in the arms of a meadow I once loved, where I’d slipped into sleep on a mouthful of blood. I woke up next to a mother’s ghost, tired &battered from the mornings of all the nights before. More than slightly, Miss Tucson, you fucked me up, &you left me there to wither. I reasoned that if I could get out for a couple of days, I might get to see the space where I’d lived—where I might have lived if everI had truly lived—to see who I might have been on the other end of the gun. The buildings at night with their shadowed plaster peepholes. My lungs, like a couple of pump organs, beating out natural flats until I wound up here with a fifth. She is the ragged specter within me; she is the child I never was. I BUILT HER A PLACE IN THE FOREST. I left her there &never returned.
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David Tomaloff is a writer, photographer, musician, and all around bad influence. His work has appeared in fine publications such as Mud Luscious, >kill author, Thunderclap!, HOUSEFIRE, Prick of the Spindle, DOGZPLOT, elimae, and many more. He is the author of the chapbooks, A SOFT THAT TOUCHES DOWN &REMOVES ITSELF (NAP) Olifaunt (The Red Ceilings Press), EXIT STRATEGIES (Gold Wake Press) and MESCAL NON-PALINDROME CINEMA (Ten Pages Press). He resides in the form of ones and zeros at: davidtomaloff.com
Thank you, Mr. Tomaloff, from your friends at PIPE DREAM.
(Source: pipedreamzine)
The beautiful videopoem triptych, PROPOLIS, which features some of my words, has been added to Dave Bonta’s MOVING POEMS website. MOVING POEMS prides itself on being “an on-going anthology of the best videopoems, filmpoems, animated poems, and other poetry videos from around the web.” It’s truly an honor to be part of this project.
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