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6-27-2007 3:24 pm
Nathan Tyree: Miss Shen
There is a fun new story up at Magazine of the Dead today. Be sure to zip over there and read:


Miss Shen
by
RJ Astruc






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6-26-2007 4:47 pm
Nathan Tyree: The 25 Names
Did you hear about Autumn Sullivan Corbett Fitzsimmons Jeffries Hart Burns Johnson Willard Dempsey Tunney Schmeling Sharkey Carnera Baer Braddock Louis Charles Walcott Marciano Patterson Johansson Liston Clay Frazier Foreman Brown? No joke- this is the name of a baby recently born in England. You’ll notice that her twenty-five middle names are all the names of boxers of note.

Imagine using this as a character name. The word count of any story with this character would skyrocket.

Early on Tuesday Autumn Sullivan Corbett Fitzsimmons Jeffries Hart Burns Johnson Willard Dempsey Tunney Schmeling Sharkey Carnera Baer Braddock Louis Charles Walcott Marciano Patterson Johansson Liston Clay Frazier Foreman Brown awoke to the sound of a mockingbird doing its best to convince the world that it was garbage truck backing down the alley. Autumn Sullivan Corbett Fitzsimmons Jeffries Hart Burns Johnson Willard Dempsey Tunney Schmeling Sharkey Carnera Baer Braddock Louis Charles Walcott Marciano Patterson Johansson Liston Clay Frazier Foreman Brown climbed from her bed and dressed. She was in a hurry to get to school, as this was a special day: Autumn Sullivan Corbett Fitzsimmons Jeffries Hart Burns Johnson Willard Dempsey Tunney Schmeling Sharkey Carnera Baer Braddock Louis Charles Walcott Marciano Patterson Johansson Liston Clay Frazier Foreman Brown was going to kill her teacher today…




In other news: the dog is doing better. I’m writing a lot of poetry of late. Here’s one I’m working on:




A Love Letter

a slice just above L3 will leave them docile
dead below the waist and unable to run
bloodblack decay cakes at the wound

a certain type of rat, blood eyed and ragged,
all ochre teeth and fault line spirit
gnaws at the spine-

the sunken shadow between a hint of rib
insinuated like memory
at the gates of Buchenwald

the wasted shore of your face
plumbed by ants that need no ladder
the eloquence of a lead pipe





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6-25-2007 9:50 pm
Nathan Tyree: sandy
My dog Sandy had to go to the doctor yesterday. She’s a lab, about eight years old and completely blind. We’ve had her almost three years now. She just showed up at our house: emaciated, sad and unwanted. After a search for her real owners, we finally decided to let her stay. After it became apparent that her vision was failing we moved her from the yard to the house, where she has lived happily ever since.

In the last few weeks she has taken to scratching and chewing a lot. This is odd, because we take strong steps to keeps fleas, ticks, and other parasites at bay. The scratching had escalated to the point that she was creating small ulcerations on her skin. Thus, the trip to the vet.

Sandy enjoys car rides up to a point. If the ride goes on too long she begins to get agitated. This one was too long. The poor dog was a bundle of nerves by the time we arrived. The two hour wait did not help her much. The strange surroundings, coupled with the smells and sounds of unknown animals made her a wreck. Add to this the indignity of being poked and prodded, injected, weighed and finally bathed and we were left with a dog on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Another long car ride only exacerbated the situation.

Sandy seemed totally lost upon returning home. She wandered the house bumping into things and panting most of the evening. She acted as if these were strange surroundings; like she had forgotten where everything was.

She didn’t sleep all night- which means that I didn’t sleep all night.

This morning the situation was the same. I’m really beginning to worry about her.




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6-25-2007 3:49 pm
Nathan Tyree: Zombies 2
Magazine of the Dead today features a Review of Zombies II: Inhuman by Eric S. Brown. Read the review, buy the book, prepare for the end.



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6-22-2007 9:07 pm
Nathan Tyree: Stygiophilia is complete- fuck
It went fast. I cannot describe the level of depression that I am left with. I cut my hair off in response to finishing this damned thing.



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