Plus Sneak Preview of Mary Mackey’s new poems
You’re invited to two parties that are taking place this week in San Francisco and Berkeley on Tuesday and Thursday to celebrate the publication of the new anthology The Understanding Between Foxes and Light just released by great weather for MEDIA press. One of my new environmental poems appears in this anthology, which is full of fine work in every genre. At these readings, I will be giving a sneak preview of some of the poems in my forthcoming collection Travelers With No Ticket Home to be published by Marsh Hawk Press in April 2014.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013 : Release party for The Understanding between Foxes and Light. 8:00 – 10:30 pm at Downstairs @ 998 Valencia St, San Francisco, CA 94110. Phone:(415) 374-7048. Mary Mackey reading with Richard Loranger, Joan Gelfand, Kit Kennedy, Julia Vinograd, Puma Perl, and great weather editor Jane Ormerod. Hosted by Jane Ormerod
Thursday, November 14, 2013: Release party for The Understanding between Foxes and Light. 7:00 – 9:30 pm at Art House Gallery 2905 Shattuck Avenue, Berkeley, CA. Mary Mackey reading with Joan Gelfand, Kit Kennedy, Richard Loranger, Julia Vinograd, Puma Perl, and great weather editor Jane Ormerod. Hosted by Jane Ormerod
If you are a writer looking for places to submit your work, great weather for MEDIA releases a new anthology containing every genre each fall, and they have an open reading period from October through January. That means you should submit your work now. Their anthologies are beautiful, engaging, and cutting edge. So please drop by on Tuesday in San Francisco or Thursday in Berkeley, help us celebrate, and hear what some of great MEDIA’s current contributors have to read, check out the new anthology, enjoy yourself, and then go home and send great weather your work for next year.
Don’t go into Thanksgiving cold turkey! Take a few minutes out to laugh and relax by reading a free sample of Mary Mackey’s comic Thanksgiving mystery story “Fowl Play” just published by Untreed Reads Press in the anthology The Killer Wore Cranberry: Room For Thirds.
by Mary Mackey
You don’t expect mass murder in Nowhere, Alaska. That’s one of the reasons I moved up here from Oakland, California where homicide is so common there’s a Facebook Page for the victims. But mass murder it was, and not just mass murder committed by some guy who had come down with a bad case of cabin fever and shot his wife, kids, and the family dog. Three-quarters of the population of Nowhere had been systematically eliminated by someone who had caught his victims by surprise just as they were sitting down to their Thanksgiving dinners.
If three-quarters of the population of Oakland had their throats slit while they were heaping sweet potatoes topped with miniature marshmallows on their plates, you’d hear about it on CNN thirty seconds later. But Nowhere only has thirty-two residents tough enough to stay put in the fall when the big game hunters and Snow Geese fly back to the Lower Forty-Eight.
I say “fly” because the only way you can get in or out of this town is by plane. That had always suited me just fine since after I was fired from the Oakland Police Department for sexual harassment, I decided to become a hermit.
At the moment, however, I was doing some serious rethinking about that decision. One of the survivors of the Nowhere Thanksgiving Day Massacre had to be a homicidal maniac, and since no one in his or her right mind would voluntarily spend winter in a place where you have to wear a fleece facemask when you take out the garbage, that meant almost everyone in town but me was a suspect.
I first heard about the murders from my neighbor Moonfire Edithsdaughter. Moon is a self-styled witch who smokes herself into oblivion every night on homegrown weed when she isn’t out chanting at the aurora borealis. She is also a woman of substantial girth, which is a major advantage in cold weather, so despite the fact that the snow was thirteen feet deep and more was coming down so hard you’d smother in it if you opened your mouth, she showed up at my door like Paul Revere.
“They’re all dead,” she said as she stamped the ice off her boots. “Dead as the turkeys on their dining room tables.” Then she threw up her arms and began a witch-like shrieking that sounded like cats being trampled by cattle. . .
To read the rest of “Fowl Play” and buy The Killer Wore Cranberry: Room For Thirds from Untreed Reads Press, please click here
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Come Celebrate with Mary Mackey Friday November 8, 2013, at the Capitola Book Cafe which will be hosting a party celebrating the release of Catamaran Literary Magazine’s fourth issue. Catamaran is a new quarterly, print-on-paper-only, literary and visual arts magazine filled with beautiful artwork plus poems, essays, and short stories by Wendell Berry, Billy Collins, and Mary Doria Russell among others. A reception will be followed by presentations by some of the poets, writers, and artists included in Issue Four, featuring Los Angeles poet Sholeh Wolpe, Northern California poet Mary Mackey, and Santa Cruz poet Dan Phillips. Address: Capitola Book Cafe, 1475 41st Avenue, Capitola, CA 95010. Phone 831 462 4415. Time: 7 p.m.