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December 8, 2018
Why Russia: Cats and Cockroaches
I drink a glass of water before bed. I stand and watch my cats try to eat the cockroaches sprawling over my cutting board. Those damn cockroaches. The first time I saw them, I went numb behind the ears and almost puked. Six cans of Raid, a dozen roach-traps, a kitchen full of containers full dried goods and one month later, I just watch them. There are hundreds more now, many of them are babies. Someone has been getting their freak on.
Good for them.
In the morning, reality knows only two thi...
December 7, 2018
It’s a FREE FU-king Book Promotion
From the 7th-9th The King of FU is available for free on Kindle on Amazon. Check it out completely risk-free (so long as you don’t read it aloud to any sensible adults.) And, if you enjoy it, please take a moment to leave a review letting us know your thoughts.
Why Russia: Speaking Russian
Trying to speak Russian feels like fumbling around a room of people I’m sure I’ve met before but whose names I can’t quite seem to remember. Sometimes, I think I’ve got one. I walk over and cry, “Frank!” The man turns and says, “no, I am Frankы, Frank is over there calling Julии, just behind Frankом, the novelist. Jackass.”
[image error]And, this is nothing compared to my perpetual fear that I might be offered a voice-activated Russian time machine. If I were told I had to go back and save the world in 19...
December 6, 2018
Why Russia: Cancel Monday and Fuck off.
I live with my friend ‘D’ in Saint Petersburg, Russia. The man, Olek, who works in the shop where we buy our morning coffee sometimes calls D, “Bob–something.”
Once, we asked why and Olek said, “He black–you black. He big–you big.”
Olek is a delicate man.
This morning, his shirt said, “CANCEL MONDAY”
And, in case you didn’t get the point, just below it read, “FUCK OFF.”
It is Thursday.
He smiled when we walked in, “Tyson!” he cried at D. We all shook hands.
“You–” he clapped me on the arm. “E...
December 4, 2018
The Babushka Society [Russian | English]
Baba Yaga menaced Russian children for generations, but what would happen if you ran into her in modern-day Russia? The Babushka Society is a demented magical-realism adventure set in the heart of Saint Petersburg, where two young men stumble across a babushka conspiracy, led by Russian fairytales’ stalwart character Baba Yaga, to take the country of Russia back from the Hipster scourge.
**This is a bilingual Russian-English story, translated by Julia P...
December 3, 2018
Author Interview with Benjamin Davis
ABOUT THE AUTHORThank you to Anthony Avina for interviewing me on his blog, it was fun. Check it out.
My name is Benjamin Davis. I am an American writer and Journalist living in St. Petersburg. I grew up in a no-name town in Massachusetts where I was more likely to hear horse sex or a pack of wolves eating a rabbit than cars driving by or drunks fighting, as I do now. I work as a freelance editor, tech-journalist, native-speaking-content-monkey, and social medi...
December 1, 2018
November 29, 2018
News and Events
NEWS:
Discount: The King of FU is available for purchase on Amazon for only $2.99 on Kindle and FREE if you have Kindle Unlimited:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07D2YYL6S
If you don’t know what it is about you can find more info here: http://kingoffu.online/ If you don’t have access to Kindle, please contact me about getting the book in PDF If you have already read it and (hopefully) enjoyed it, we’d greatly appreciate it if you took a moment to review it on Amazon and Goodreads:November 28, 2018
The Book of FU by Benjamin Davis Review
Thank you very much to Anthony Avina for his review of our first book The King of FU.
I received a free copy of this book in exchange for a fair and honest review. All opinions are my own.
One author’s life story blends into a magical realism setting in one of the most creative poetry books I’ve read this year. I’m talking to you guys today about author and poet Benjamin Davis and his book, “The King of FU”. Here is the synopsis.
The SynopsisThe King of FU...
November 26, 2018
some butterflies
new story up on Hijacked Amygdala today
It is late, the dark has started weaving nests into crannies. I’m drunk. We’ve only known each other a few weeks.
“I don’t want this,” I told her, a few minutes ago.
And so, she paces.
She stops.
“What are you?” she asks, her arms limp from nail biting.
I frown at her, drinking something–a beer, probably. “I’m a man?”
She frowns, “No–no! You are arms–yes, legs, eyes–yes, three hundred pages of verse, maybe–but you are not a man.”
She g...
