Monthly Archives: November 2013

With gratitude

 

Special thanks to Annmarie Lockhart and the numinous Unbound Content for nominating my poem “My Son is Getting Married Today,” from my collection Our Locust Years, for a Pushcart Prize.

http://www.burkesbooks.com/shop/burkes/121945.html

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Indie for the Holidays

Friends, please consider buying independent for the holidays. Not just independent, locally-owned businesses, but from small independent presses and companies.

Look here for some book suggestions, including mine:

 

A new short story

,,,here in the handsome pages of Anomalous Press:

It also is available here in audio with your humble author narrating. It’s the little clicky thing right under my name.
Thanks for reading, or listening.

I am interviewed by The Memphis Flyer

Leonard Gill’s nice write-up and interview in advance of my reading and signing at Burke’s.

http://www.memphisflyer.com/memphis/high-hopes/Content?oid=3543529

I am interview in support of my new novel

I am interviewed in support of my new novel, Diddy-Wah-Diddy: A Beale Street Suite, here at Riffle Fiction:

http://rifflefiction.tumblr.com/post/66094306851/riffle-back-story-q-a-with-corey-mesler-author-of#disqus_thread

Also an ebook

Yeah, yeah, it goes against my personal aesthetic but my new novel, Diddy-Wah-Diddy: A Beale Street Suite, is now available as an ebook. All you electronic readers out there show me some love.

A mini-review in the Commercial Appeal

Diddy-Wah-Diddy is a bawdy and boisterous collection of tales resurrecting the old Beale Street of legend, the chapters somewhat loosely connected by reappearing characters such as Sweet Annie Divine, who started singing in juke joints at 16 and ‘died of the drink in a Memphis boarding house’ after recording ‘I’m a Drunk in a Memphis Boarding House.

The stories begin with a love triangle that involves an irresistible stripper, a gangster who’s also a werewolf, and a drummer who turns devil to win back the woman he loves. The gangster/werewolf isn’t easily defeated, as the stripper, Arms Akimbo, learns when she consults a witch who lives near Central High and returns ‘heading toward hell armed with a tumbler full of tepid water.’

The tales, written in a raucous freestyle reminiscent of early Tom Robbins, roam a mythical Beale Street history that takes in Santa Claus, witches, the devil in many guises and, of course, Elvis.”

Peggy Burch, in The Memphis Commercial Appeal