2013 Reverse Fan Mail Roster

Reverse Fan Mail is one of our favorite parts of APRIL. The process is simple: one person makes a donation to the festival, and then we take their name and send it on to one of our favorite small press authors. That author then writes a brand new, never-published piece of writing with the donor’s name as their ‘prompt’ or inspiration. Then we send a hard copy of that piece - the only one that will ever be printed - to the donor. It’s a way of connecting readers directly with authors in an unusual, highly personal way. (Check out a couple older RFMs here!)

This year, we had the honor of working with some truly incredible writers. Their bios are below, along with links on where to find and buy their work. 

Matthew Rohrer is the author of seven books of poetry, including Destroyer and Preserver (Wave Books, 2011), A Plate of Chicken (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2009) and Rise Up (Wave Books, 2007). He enjoys fried chicken and Electric Light Orchestra. 

Joshua Beckman is an editor at Wave Books and is the author of six collections of poetry, including the forthcoming The Inside of an Apple (Wave Books, 2013), Take It (Wave Books, 2009), Shake (Wave Books, 2006) and Things Are Happening (Copper Canyon Press, 1998). His translations include Micrograms by Jorge Carrera Andrade (Wave Books, 2011; with Alejandro de Acosta), Five Meters of Poems by Carlos Oquendo de Amat (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2010; with Alejandro de Acosta) and Poker by Tomaz Salamun(Ugly Duckling Presse, 2004). 

Rebecca Brown is the author of twelve books of fiction and essays, including The Last Time I Saw You (City Lights, 2006), Annie Oakley’s Girl(City Lights, 1993), American Romances (City Lights, 2009) and The Gifts of the Body (HarperCollins, 1995), which won a Lambda Literary Award. She was the first writer in residence at Seattle’s Richard Hugo House, is the recipient of a Stranger Genius Award and is a thoroughly amazing human being. 

Ed Skoog is the author of two collections of poetry, Mr. Skylight (Copper Canyon Press, 2009) and Rough Day (forthcoming from Copper Canyon Press in 2013). He has been a writer-in-residence at Richard Hugo House, the chair of the creative writing program at Idyllwild Arts Academy and the Jennie McKean Moore Writer-in-Washington Fellow at George Washington University. He lives in Seattle with his wife and new baby. 

Stacey Levine is a novelist, short story author and journalist. Her books include The Girl with Brown Fur (Stacherone/Dzanc, 2011), Frances Johnson (Verse Chorus Press, 2010; Clear Cut Press, 2005) and Dra- (Verse Chorus Press, 2012; Sun & Moon Press, 1998). She is recipient of a Stranger Genius Award, and she lives in Seattle. 

Donald Dunbar is the author of two books of poetry, Slow Motion German Adjectives (Mammoth Editions, 2013) and Eyelid Lick (Fence Books, 2012), which won the 2012 Fence Modern Poets Series Prize. He lives in Portland, where he co-curates the reading series If Not For Kidnap

Rich Smith is the author of Great Poem of Desire (forthcoming from Poor Claudia in 2013). His poems have appeared or will soon appear in Tin House, City Arts, Guernica, Southeast Review, Hobart, Barrow Street, The Bellingham Review, Pleiades, and elsewhere. He lives in Seattle, and his drink of choice is a glass of whiskey, neat, and a Rainier.  

Rebecca Bridge is a poet, essayist, and screenwriter living in Seattle. Maybe a novelist, too, who can tell, but she’s working on it. Her work can be found in a lot of places, including The Boston Review, Sixth Finch, notnostrums, Can We Have Our Ball Back, The Columbia Poetry Review, and Weird Deer. She likes climbing, sitting, and rolling over.

Mike Young is the author of Look! Look! Feathers (Word Riot, 2010), a book of short stories, and We Are All Good if They Try Hard Enough (Publishing Genius Press, 2010). He edits NOO Journal, runs Magic Helicopter Press and lives in Northampton, MA. 

Thanks to all our authors, and once again to our fabulous donors!

Reverse Fan Mail #17: Mike Young

Reverse Fan Mails are original poems and stories written by small press authors. Each Reverse Fan Mail is inspired by the name of a donor to APRIL. Today’s Reverse Fan Mail is by Mike Young. 

Mike Young is the author of Look! Look! Feathers, a book of stories, and We Are All Good If They Try Hard Enough. He edits NOÖ Journal, runs Magic Helicopter Press, and writes for HTMLGIANT. Find him online at http://mikeayoung.blogspot.com and alive in Northampton, MA.

“Down’s the Only Way We Haven’t Dreamed Up Yet”

All I have to do is fax a couple documents. Instead what I do is I follow an unsteady eating schedule, shitting only after coffee, until one day the bathroom tiles give way and me and my toilet Mr. Can Can land in the bedroom of the second floor apartment.

The boyfriend, he’s skeptical. “What about plumbing?” he says. “There’s connections there.” His t-shirt says RIO where a statue of Jesus makes I.

The girlfriend, she can’t put her finger on it. “I swear we have like thirty friends in common,” she says.

I apologize. “Just have one of those names, I guess.”

Where I’ve landed is a war zone of wrinkled jeans, orange peels, loose coins, microphone cords, coffee grounds, and discarded charcoal rubs of the boyfriend’s face. “The real one is up there,” he says, pointing at the wall above the dresser, where a portrait of him re-imagined greener and with a sleazier goatee is nailed into the stucco. “Security deposit,” I say.

Really my luck is turning because I didn’t keep going because the first floor, hoo boy, now there’s a den of douchewads!

Except for R-JESUS-O, the boyfriend and girlfriend are naked. Their blanket is a sleeping bag. Their pillowcases must be in the laundry. Her, her bush is unrefined. Him, he’s a faux-paus-socks alert. Probably they’re spooning their way to the next fight because I tend to hear their make-up sex and make things up my lonesome.

“It’s nice to have this time,” says the girlfriend.

“We hear you sing a lot,” says the boyfriend.

Let me not be thought of throne-like. Really my luck is probably the same as ever because me and Mr. Can Can are tipped and things are leaking which include ass blood. When I was younger there was a popular country song that went Nothing on Earth gonna keep me humming / Like summer coming / To shine. Rebecca Meredith starred in the video, and sometimes I think of my whole life as something futuristic monks will consider annotating with explanatory footnotes and instead dismiss with a cluck.

“I have an MP3 blog,” says the boyfriend.

“In the shower is your best,” says the girlfriend.

I sing “Nothing on Earth gonna keep me humming—”

The boyfriend grimaces. He and the girlfriend wrap their legs around each other like a Drawing 101 exercise where the guy next to you slugs in you in the ear and says “Look, I can make it look like there’s six pairs of legs. Cool?”

“Sing Orbison,” says the girlfriend.

By the time the douchewads on the first floor are broom-handling the ceiling and rappelling up to the window, screaming about school nights and porous foundations and is-that-shit-that’s-drip-drip-drip, the boyfriend and girlfriend have joined in, and there’s no one on Earth who doesn’t have a suitable vibrato when given a little leeway. Put that in your future and monk it.

Cry-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-eyeing.

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This Reverse Fan Mail was made possible by a generous donation from Rebecca Meredith. To read more Reverse Fan Mails, click here!

Reverse Fan Mail #20: Mike Young

Reverse Fan Mails are original poems and stories written by small press authors. Each Reverse Fan Mail is inspired by the name of a donor to APRIL. Today’s Reverse Fan Mail is by Mike Young. 

Mike Young is the author of Look! Look! Feathers, a book of stories, and We Are All Good If They Try Hard Enough. He edits NOÖ Journal, runs Magic Helicopter Press, and writes for HTMLGIANT. Find him online at http://mikeayoung.blogspot.com and alive in Northampton, MA.

“Down’s the Only Way We Haven’t Dreamed Up Yet (For Rebecca Meredith)”

 

All I have to do is fax a couple documents. Instead what I do is I follow an unsteady eating schedule, shitting only after coffee, until one day the bathroom tiles give way and me and my toilet Mr. Can Can land in the bedroom of the second floor apartment.

The boyfriend, he’s skeptical. “What about plumbing?” he says. “There’s connections there.” His t-shirt says RIO where a statue of Jesus makes I. 

The girlfriend, she can’t put her finger on it. “I swear we have like thirty friends in common,” she says.

I apologize. “Just have one of those names, I guess.”

Where I’ve landed is a war zone of wrinkled jeans, orange peels, loose coins, microphone cords, coffee grounds, and discarded charcoal rubs of the boyfriend’s face. “The real one is up there,” he says, pointing at the wall above the dresser, where a portrait of him re-imagined greener and with a sleazier goatee is nailed into the stucco. “Security deposit,” I say.

Really my luck is turning because I didn’t keep going because the first floor, hoo boy, now there’s a den of douchewads!

Except for R-JESUS-O, the boyfriend and girlfriend are naked. Their blanket is a sleeping bag. Their pillowcases must be in the laundry. Her, her bush is unrefined. Him, he’s a faux-paus-socks alert. Probably they’re spooning their way to the next fight because I tend to hear their make-up sex and make things up my lonesome.

“It’s nice to have this time,” says the girlfriend.

“We hear you sing a lot,” says the boyfriend.

Let me not be thought of throne-like. Really my luck is probably the same as ever because me and Mr. Can Can are tipped and things are leaking which include ass blood. When I was younger there was a popular country song that went Nothing on Earth gonna keep me humming / Like summer coming / To shine. Rebecca Meredith starred in the video, and sometimes I think of my whole life as something futuristic monks will consider annotating with explanatory footnotes and instead dismiss with a cluck.

“I have an MP3 blog,” says the boyfriend.

“In the shower is your best,” says the girlfriend.

I sing “Nothing on Earth gonna keep me humming—”

The boyfriend grimaces. He and the girlfriend wrap their legs around each other like a Drawing 101 exercise where the guy next to you slugs in you in the ear and says “Look, I can make it look like there’s six pairs of legs. Cool?”

“Sing Orbison,” says the girlfriend. 

By the time the douchewads on the first floor are broom-handling the ceiling and rappelling up to the window, screaming about school nights and porous foundations and is-that-shit-that’s-drip-drip-drip, the boyfriend and girlfriend have joined in, and there’s no one on Earth who doesn’t have a suitable vibrato when given a little leeway. Put that in your future and monk it.

 Cry-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-eyeing.

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This Reverse Fan Mail was made possible by a generous donation from Rebecca Meredith. To read more Reverse Fan Mails, click here!

Reverse Fan Mail #17: Chelsea Martin

Chelsea Martin is the author of some incredibly funny, sporadically affecting books, including Everything Was Fine Until Whatever and The Really Funny Thing About Apathy. You can find her comic Heavy-Handed online at the Rumpus.

“Assumptions I Have About Catherine Blake Smith, Please Note My Bad Mood”

1) The way you try to suppress how you’ve been influenced by people who have ultimately betrayed you.

2) Your fear that the people you have betrayed will never remember the “you” who you were before you betrayed them.

3) The countless horrible thoughts you’ve had about your mother.

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This Reverse Fan Mail was made possible by a generous donation from Catherine Blake Smith. To read more Reverse Fan Mails, click here!

Reverse Fan Mail #16: Mike Young

Reverse Fan Mails are original poems and stories written by small press authors. Each Reverse Fan Mail is inspired by the name of a donor to APRIL. Today’s Reverse Fan Mail is by Mike Young. 

Mike Young is the author of Look! Look! Feathers, a book of stories, and We Are All Good If They Try Hard Enough. He edits NOÖ Journal, runs Magic Helicopter Press, and writes for HTMLGIANT. Find him online at http://mikeayoung.blogspot.com and alive in Northampton, MA.

“For Nathaniel Mooter”

Some people turn to bodies made of soap.
Some astronauts it turns out are lesbians.
But if there’s one thing I know about Nate,
it is not whether he likes to shorten his given
name, nope, can’t say I’m aware of where
he falls on that, but I do know that when Nate
Mooter hears people argue about the Paleo diet,
all he can think of is how he doesn’t know who first
got the ketchup = fake blood idea. Also I know
Commander Riker is who Nate Mooter keeps
in his back pocket as an action figure, so when Nate
sees people doing commendable shit in this recycled
printer cartridge of a world, Nate secretly pulls out
Commander Riker and waves it at the good people
and whispers praise in his best William Shatner voice,
which is totally fucking confusing, but give Nate
a break, dude, that’s all I was trying to say, geez,
SMDH. Because some of us will never decompose
interestingly enough to warrant a museum
burial, and some of us will never catch zero
G freezedried broccoli on our tongues, but
Nate Mooter Von Braden (who I finally got the idea
to look up on Facebook) wore a pretty slick bolo tie
sash or whatever thing at someone else’s wedding,
and Weather.com keeps trying to get me to see which
friends of mine are in danger of severe weather,
but all I want to show Weather.com is how the window
fan is in one shape in one of Nate Mooter Von Braden’s
bolo tie sash thing pictures, and it’s at a different shape
in the next, and Weather.com will never know that means
he’s in love, but that’s the kind of knowing the rest of us
stay for.

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This Reverse Fan Mail was made possible by a generous donation from Jamey Braden Von Mooter. To read more Reverse Fan Mails, click here!

Reverse Fan Mail #15: Sarah Galvin

Reverse Fan Mails are original poems and stories written by small press authors. Each Reverse Fan Mail is inspired by the name of a donor to APRIL. Today’s Reverse Fan Mail is by Sarah Galvin, who has written two other Reverse Fan Mails for APRIL. See them here and here

“For Darian Gee”

Once I took a Lifesaver-sized codeine pill at a small town chili cook-off. Everyone there was under ten or over fifty, and most of them were wearing cowboy hats. I walked among long rows of chili pots until I turned pale and started seeing colors, and did a lap around the building to keep from passing out.

Most of the time I run a winery called Honest Sarah’s Rotten Grape Juice. I mush a bunch of red seedless grapes into a jug and let it sit for a year, then I put a tag on it that says “five hundred dollars,” take it to QFC and sit next to it until someone buys it directly from me. Because it only happens once a year, it is what’s known as a “wine event,” which is why it’s so time-consuming and important. Actually it is so time-consuming the trip to the chili festival is the only other thing I’ve ever done. Ever since then I have used wine jugs twice the size needed to contain the wine.

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This Reverse Fan Mail was made possible by a generous donation from Darian Gee. To read more Reverse Fan Mails, click here!

Reverse Fan Mail #14: Matthew Simmons

Reverse Fan Mails are original poems and stories written by small press authors. Each Reverse Fan Mail is inspired by the name of a donor to APRIL. Today’s Reverse Fan Mail is by Matthew Simmons. 

Matthew Simmons is the author of A JELLO HORSE (Publishing Genius Press, 2009) and the story collection HAPPY ROCK (Dark Coast Press, 2013). 

“For ReadLearnWrite”

Read.Learn.Write meets Talk.Think.Remain on the street and they strike up a conversation about all the ways in which Talk.Think.Remain and Read.Learn.Write are able to feel the same thing at very different times. And how that’s odd. And how that distresses them. And then there is just the tiniest shift. Read.Learn.Write falls to the sidewalk. Talk.Think.Remain leans over to help Read.Learn.Write up. Read.Learn.Write cannot get up. Cannot get up. Is stuck on the ground. Talk.Think.Remain doesn’t know what to do, and so does nothing. This is just how things go sometimes. 

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This Reverse Fan Mail was made possible by a generous donation from Brandon Monk (who runs readlearnwrite.org — you should check it out). To read more Reverse Fan Mails, click here!

Reverse Fan Mail #13: Liana Imam

Reverse Fan Mails are original poems and stories written by small press authors. Each Reverse Fan Mail is inspired by the name of a donor to APRIL. Today’s Reverse Fan Mail is by Liana Imam. 

Liana Jahan Imam lives in Brooklyn, where she is trying hard to learn the cardinal directions. Her work has appeared in PANK Magazine, Bluestem Magazine, and decomP, among others. Favorite activities include window shopping at Alexander McQueen, practicing her signature, and home manicures.

“For Charles Alvis”

Certain corners in the big bright green it is possible to think: nobody has been here in a very long time. Old wild west side, ghost town, abandoned saloon. Seven generations of smalltown living you are still capable of becoming lost in a park.

What would your mother think of THAT, you’re asked once, and you think about that THAT—think of chocolate koalas at the Korean market, Dunkeroos, think of youth and smoke a joint and settle down—until eventually you’re an adult and still unsympathetic, but guilty.

Or you still don’t know some basic pronunciations, or you don’t know anything about geography, or you get asked for directions you don’t know how to give, or you move someplace that ends up hating you. Either way it’s like having a live band playing behind you: atunal, which you think can mean both the positive and the negative. 

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This Reverse Fan Mail was made possible by a generous donation from Charles Alvis. To read more Reverse Fan Mails, click here!

Reverse Fan Mail #12: Richard Chiem

Richard Chiem (b.1987) is the author of YOU PRIVATE PERSON, a collection of short stories published by Scrambler books. His work has appeared in Thought Catalog, elimae, and Everyday Genius, among other places. He is currently living in Seattle with his girlfriend and their loud cat.

“For About-the-Books”

Q.

I DON’T LIKE to talk about weapons. I want to talk about quick thinking. Your environment is at your service, if you’re thinking quickly on your feet. Getting over being scared is how you should try to have fun. You must first learn how to love someone, and then you learn how to do things, like not die. Many scenarios will boil down to quick thinking and how you emotionally react to things coming at you.

 

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This Reverse Fan Mail was made possible by a generous donation from Kate Sullivan. To read more Reverse Fan Mails, click here!

Reverse Fan Mail #11: Diana Salier

Diana Salier is a musician and person who writes. She is the author of Letters From Robots (Night Bomb Press, 2012) and the chapbook Wikipedia Says It Will Pass (Deadly Chaps, 2011). She plays guitar for Swells and wears plaid boxers, not usually at the same time.

“For Dennis Yang”

if you are the yin
to my yang
please never
let me know
this fact

i would rather
let you live
as an idea
half-formed
an unbroken mass

like new green jello-o
sitting in a soup bowl
in the back of the fridge
looking too good
to ever disturb

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This Reverse Fan Mail was made possible by a generous donation from Dennis Yang. To read more Reverse Fan Mails, click here!