Sean Taylor's Blog, page 11
May 26, 2016
What Happened.
Random Sample Review were so very kind as to publish a short dense packed up tight story I wrote last summer.Click the title to check it out!
Her unknown mother's salt, deep in the wells of her skin
Doubting my way through the beginning process of book number three.
Also I'm tending bar at a Craft Beer Spot in North Beach called Church Key.
Her unknown mother's salt, deep in the wells of her skin
Doubting my way through the beginning process of book number three.
Also I'm tending bar at a Craft Beer Spot in North Beach called Church Key.
October 2, 2015
If this offends you, that wasn't my intention.
There are bereavement flight deals.
If you can prove you are flying to a funeral, they will give you a discount.
I didn't know this.
I want to say,
no,
I want to believe,
the airlines let you touch the clouds to be closer to the dead.
I want to believe every time a pope passes away their are planes full of nuns.
The airlines ask, who passed?
And they say "oh the father of course."
Then they fill the planes,
and they probably all fly virgin airlines.
This is where they leave the heat from their chamomile...
If you can prove you are flying to a funeral, they will give you a discount.
I didn't know this.
I want to say,
no,
I want to believe,
the airlines let you touch the clouds to be closer to the dead.
I want to believe every time a pope passes away their are planes full of nuns.
The airlines ask, who passed?
And they say "oh the father of course."
Then they fill the planes,
and they probably all fly virgin airlines.
This is where they leave the heat from their chamomile...
October 1, 2015
Rumpus Review!
My first or second blog attempt was about running off to a Rumpus Reading back when San Francisco was, well, when it was new and full of literature lovers for me.
After that night I wanted my work associated with them, five years later and here we are.
Your Smallest Bones reviewed on Rumpus.net
Click here to read it!
After that night I wanted my work associated with them, five years later and here we are.
Your Smallest Bones reviewed on Rumpus.net
Click here to read it!
September 16, 2015
Transmission's breaking up
I had these friends. I’m going to call them by letters.
(Not their initials, just for anonymity, and all will go by "he" though some are "she")
First there was B.
When B made art it was brilliant and quick. He made it like a sneeze, it was inherently born out of distraction. Then after its completion he would excuse himself, as if he had indeed sneezed. Yet those around B thanked him, then the audience clapped, always happy to see him and hoping for more. To this B laughed and backed himself...
(Not their initials, just for anonymity, and all will go by "he" though some are "she")
First there was B.
When B made art it was brilliant and quick. He made it like a sneeze, it was inherently born out of distraction. Then after its completion he would excuse himself, as if he had indeed sneezed. Yet those around B thanked him, then the audience clapped, always happy to see him and hoping for more. To this B laughed and backed himself...
July 13, 2015
She Outlived the Warranty on her hips
Greeted by her doctor at the finish line, he was equally proud and concerned for the oldest woman to complete a marathon.
“We should get you back to the hospital. I need to run some tests.”
“This was the test,” she barked, bent over pointing behind her, “I think I passed.”
“Do you have any pain? Soreness? Did you hear any popping sounds?” He asked.
She outlived the warranty on her hips, and this would be her third set. She ran every year and most years her legs out fought her joints. Her...
“We should get you back to the hospital. I need to run some tests.”
“This was the test,” she barked, bent over pointing behind her, “I think I passed.”
“Do you have any pain? Soreness? Did you hear any popping sounds?” He asked.
She outlived the warranty on her hips, and this would be her third set. She ran every year and most years her legs out fought her joints. Her...
July 1, 2015
The length of our arms
Beating up on suburbia feels like kicking a dead horse?
Her hooves are manicured in cement painted taupe
It’s easy on our eyes, the color, this lifestyle.
When the National Geographic magazines show up donated
to the school library, they are so frayed we stop and ask
Is this how they’re living now? In Africa?
It’s 1998 and the magazines are dated 1990
Or have they seen some change?
Eight years is more than half a lifetime,
when you’re only fourteen
Have they been vaccinated?
Of what?
Of every...
Her hooves are manicured in cement painted taupe
It’s easy on our eyes, the color, this lifestyle.
When the National Geographic magazines show up donated
to the school library, they are so frayed we stop and ask
Is this how they’re living now? In Africa?
It’s 1998 and the magazines are dated 1990
Or have they seen some change?
Eight years is more than half a lifetime,
when you’re only fourteen
Have they been vaccinated?
Of what?
Of every...
June 27, 2015
If I didn't tell you, I shouldn't have
I have a propensity to tearing one sheet off of the paper towel roll with every meal.
I use that paper towel one quarter of the time and with a beard let it be known; I am a clean eater.
Overtime however I continue to always and forever grab that paper towel.
If it goes unused I fold it, and it sits wedged between the salt and pepper.
They collect with all of my doubt in my very own ability to eat without messing my beard and myself.
They collect and I wonder consistently if I know myself at all.
T...
I use that paper towel one quarter of the time and with a beard let it be known; I am a clean eater.
Overtime however I continue to always and forever grab that paper towel.
If it goes unused I fold it, and it sits wedged between the salt and pepper.
They collect with all of my doubt in my very own ability to eat without messing my beard and myself.
They collect and I wonder consistently if I know myself at all.
T...
June 20, 2015
She owns a polygraph machine and I own a metal detector.
In an effort to keep all things living, I have brought my first collection of short fiction back to life! After being out of print for the last two years Everything to do with You is now available on Amazon as a paperback for $5.99 and an ebook for $1.99.
I once read an interview with Lorie Moore in which she was asked something along the lines of, "You started publishing very young, what is it like to have some your very first works available to the public?"
To which she responded something al...
I once read an interview with Lorie Moore in which she was asked something along the lines of, "You started publishing very young, what is it like to have some your very first works available to the public?"
To which she responded something al...
May 28, 2015
Aren't we all just waiting for the perfect moment to be alive and well
I want to make something clear.
We are receiving an extramarital amount of high quality submissions over atSweet Wolverine.
What do you mean by extramarital?
I’m currently reading three books, I’m cheating on them with these submissions.
There are THREE days and some change until the gates close and we start to put this book together.
If you want to be bound with genius, submit your best work to SweetWolverineLit@gmail.com.
We asked for this, we said we would lose money and make art.
We are doing it...
We are receiving an extramarital amount of high quality submissions over atSweet Wolverine.
What do you mean by extramarital?
I’m currently reading three books, I’m cheating on them with these submissions.
There are THREE days and some change until the gates close and we start to put this book together.
If you want to be bound with genius, submit your best work to SweetWolverineLit@gmail.com.
We asked for this, we said we would lose money and make art.
We are doing it...
May 17, 2015
I'd kiss you but I just washed my hands
In case you missed me, also, just in case you miss me, here's "When You're Caught" the piece ever so recently published by Quiet Lightning along with a video of me reading it at the show.
When You're Caught
In the Cab home, with your hair brushed back, already slip showing, you mouthed three numbers and a street name. Carrying you up a staircase built to wear us down, your heels tapped on every doorframe to say. I’m not that difficult, take me home. It’s your curtains laced with wind chimes th...
When You're Caught
In the Cab home, with your hair brushed back, already slip showing, you mouthed three numbers and a street name. Carrying you up a staircase built to wear us down, your heels tapped on every doorframe to say. I’m not that difficult, take me home. It’s your curtains laced with wind chimes th...
