Carve

A big woofreakinhoo to get a story into this mag named after one of my literary heroes, Raymond Carver.

Here is the beginning to "Samurai Bluegrass"

Their harmonies teeter on the edge of sweetness and mournful whine. It's that high lonesome sound. The bluegrass band enraptures the pierced patrons, their ghost-white faces tilt toward the stage. I'm sitting in the basement of the Apocalypse Club thinking of dogs carrying severed hands. It's a scene from the Kurosawa movie I watched with my nephew Zack last weekend. I came here because Carol used to say bluegrass gets into your soul.

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Comments

[Pat K]

I have been checking out your blog. Cool.

[craig]

Well hey there, what a surprise. Somebody has been googling me!
Nice to see you "here" Pat. thanks for all the good eats.

[ab]

I remember that story! I think I critiqued that one. I'll have to see what you did with it. Way to go craig! That's a great zine.

[craig]

hey thanks ab - I believe you did review it, if you are the ab I think you are... are you that ab?
drop me a line at craig@terlson.com

and thanks for dropping by!

[mark heath]

I'll match your woo-hoo with a yee-ha.

mark

[marie]

Killer opening paragraph. Way to go. See you slumming on Zoe. Good to see you anywhere. Proud to know you...good writer friend.