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Poker Tells

What are the odds the purpose of this blog post is to give you the skinny on where you can purchase my latest publication? Dead even, I’d say, and I should know—I’m the one writing it. Yes, it’s the best of times here at the homestead slash writing castle since I am once again able to announce a story I wrote has gone to press. No, not the ironing kind of press, though flash fiction: Poker Farce is a part of an anthology you can dogear, should your taste run to hardcopy, and also download for virtual Kindling if you prefer the PDF format–which any tech-savvy reader will tell you stands for potential digital fire.

Which this journal ison fire. All kidding and kindling aside, I am gobsmacked honored to be included in the 2nd edition of Oddisms, a collection of fabulous weirdness and short stories brought to you by FTB Press. Yes kids, discerning editors dba liked my “once upon” well enough to publish it all the way through “the end”, despite a glaring lack of trolls, breadcrumbs, and distressed damsels in between. More than a play on the hit GaGa song,  Poker Farce bluffs its way through a board game, a ghost story, a hand of 5 Card Draw the likes of which you’ll like plenty.

Or will you? The only way to know is call my bluff, and buy a copy of Oddisms. Available at Amazon and other nearby rainforests, this author keeps company with so many other great authors the stakes are raised exponentially. Authors such as: Poe, Steinbeck , Danielle Steele, and Dear Abby to name a few…or do I? With deuces through one-eyed jacks wild, it’s anyone guess, so book your flight to Brazil today—drop by Amazon, pick up Oddisms, and deal yourself into this winning hand.

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Tastes like Chicken

>>> Peachfish Magazine <<<<

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Dr. Hamfist

Damn, he’s good-looking. Twisting cinnamon-flavored floss through his veneers, Dr. Suave’s admiration flicks from his blindingly white teeth to the ripple of sinew in the muscles of his spray-tanned forearms. Rings glint from every one of his fine, slender fingers—healing hands, Mother calls them—and sparkle pin-points of reflected light in the vanity mirror above the spit sink. A cosmetic dentist of the first order, he above most knows the importance of good dental hygiene; particularly for the handsome, as Dr. Suave himself was, and—

bzzz—bzzz

     “They’re waiting for you on 3, Doctor.” a tinny voice chirps from the corner of his fashionably upturned lab jacket. He ignores the plastic pager, carefully working the weathered strip through the back set of molars before dropping the string to the floor. Smoothing an errant hair, he smiles at his reflection, locating and pushing the neon green button by feel rather than looking away from the mirror.

“Did you reserve the two o’clock Tee time for me this afternoon at Privileged Putts?” he asks his collar, turning to view his profile from the left.

“Of course, Doctor Sub-Par.” the disembodied voice replies.

“Did you pick up my Armani from the cleaners?” his head swivels to the right.

“It’s been addressed, Dr. Squeaked-By. They’re ready for you on 3.” Dr. Suave frowns for just a moment, Botox preventing this foolishly impulsive expression from marring his visage. The new receptionist would have to work on her ass-kissing skills…

 Charrons Chatter dba Karen Robiscoe

     Intrigued? Wanna drill a lil’ deeper? Get a lil’ gassed? Not to worry. You don’t have to schedule a tooth-scraping appointment to experience all the fun of a trip to the dentist. You do not. Just click the following link

>>> Peachfish Magazine <<<<

to buy the rest of this story, and a cornucopia of others. (Just don’t get the cornucopia in your teeth) That’s right, blo-O-peeps, and peeps of a blog-free nature, my short fiction: Dr. Hamfist has been pressed, polished, published, and placed in waiting web-sites everywhere, or at least the above URL, and is ready for purchase. Available in digital format as well as print, Dr. Hamfist is accompanied by such fine titles as: Someone Else Wrote This One, and Not by Me, and relies on the universal yuks that all root canals bring to mind, while exploring the outer reaches of gum, too.

Yours for the price of a coupla’ lattes, it would mean a LATTE to me if you bought it. It might even afford me a parking pass next trip to tooth doc, and if you buy 2, I could close escrow on that house in the Bahamas.

Dig deep, buy 3, and I promise it will hurt less than an actual trip to Dr. Hamfist.

>>> Peachfish Magazine <<<<

Food for Thought

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Hey-lo, blog-O-peeps. Punchers of keys, tappers of text…’Wanted to invite you to take a sustenance break, and pop over for some delicacies at Lunch Ticket… Come for a pre-holiday feast of sumptuous literary journal at Antioch, Los Angeles, and we’ll foot the tab. A banquet of fictions, creative non-fictions, translations, and interviews with top tier authors of the Pulitzer Prize ilk, there’s a poetry section, too. Amuse bouche after amuse bouche, you can get full on the appetizers alone!

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almost as good as cake!

While you are there, be sure to scroll down to poem: Violet Rain. A poem I wrote which title toys with Jimi’s haze, the direction it takes is anything but purple…er…prose, that is. A real break for you readers of word-punnery, I am proud, super proud–to have made their A list.

ThanX for your support, and have a great and ful-filling day…:)

Lunch Ticket (current issue)

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as the Crow Buys….

Hey-lo Blog Peeps. Just wanted to avail you of the link to latest publication: PMS Diatribe, featured in Blue Crow Journal, issue # 4. A short story with a humorous bent, it keeps company with several other fine artists’ works. I appreciate anyone who buys it. M-W-A-H.

 

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

Sweet Words

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A quick SO to Silver Birch Press, an awesome Los Angeles based publishing firm dba the Candy Man right here on WP! Breaking from bookery to publish a host of themed poetry under the banner: My Sweet Word, please chase after this ice cream truck to the following link (already chasing the ice cream truck) to define and refine those sugar cravings you have for luscious lines that laud the incredible edibles. Featuring authors from all over the map and menu, this eye candy is sure to fill you up without putting on pounds, and you might—just might—find a poem I wrote posted there, as well. Click to follow this fine press, and thanks again to Silver Birch for the great idea, and including my poem: With Sugar on Top among the fine assortment of tasty t’reads….

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check Me…wooOOOooo

It’s been a while since I’ve updated the blog-O-sphere as to my pending publication (shenanigans) so I thought to drop a brief blog–a bloggette, if you will–as to the printed word.

Coming Soon to line bird cages everywhere is the poem (previously noted, but dropping this fair month of September) Talking Shop, published by Main Street Rag, a fine print and digital journal located in the heart of the suburbs. Also coming out this month is poem: wUndergrund published by collegiate journal: Sand Canyon Review.

Accepted–for who it is–is short story: Dr. Hamfist by the interestingly titled: Peachfish Journal, a peachy print and digital publication due out within 2-3 months from this post date. (kinda like a check) A rollicking look at root canals, and oxymorons, I’ll give a nitrous blast when this short is available for purchase.

Accepted by print/digital Checkmate journal is a whopping series of poems–7–which makes me seriously happy. You might say I am in 7th heaven…or at least on Cloud #7. A linked sequence titled: Chessing Game, I will leave it up to your imagination what premise this poetry covers…er…mateys.

Accepted by journal: Blue Crow is my short story titled: PMS Diatribe. The lesser known cousin of the v-Jay-Jay Monologues, this is sure to go well with bonbons, bitch-bitch, and any number of tabloid magazines. Better still, that latter can join the former as the aforementioned bird cage liner! A win-win (win) for all around, and a pending event I will update as the mood strikes me. (Sure to be emotionally charged)

At any rate, so is the lay of the land from my corner of the sphere, and please check back now and again to make sure you don’t miss further update-ery. Happy weekend of Labor, kidZ, and color me outtie.

imFamous now

Hey kids, it’s that time again. Yep. Time for late night shenanigans…witchin’ hour hijinks…Cinderelly’s curfew, and then some: it’s Midnight Circus (o’clock). Time to getcher golden ticket, which is code for: getcher good ole’ journal, since it’s in this very journal; “A New Home” volume #8, that you’ll find a coupla’ poy·ms of mine—a twofer alla way—and other words by authors both obscure and notorious. Falling neatly in the middle of this spectrum is M-W-A-H << the propah way to spell “me” in French and leave the reader with a warm fuzzy feeling>> and speaking for M-W-A-H, I’d appreciate the support.

Kiss-kiss, and click-click on over to Amazon to pick up:

Midnight Circus:

A New Home vol. #8

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And if you’re feeling especially well-heeled, click 3x to pick up an advance copy of Main Street Rag’s car anthology: “Coming Off the Line” available in…uh…advance, at this lovely area of the web.

Main Street Rag:

Coming Off the Line

Main Street Rag

 

An anthology featuring donuts, treadmarks, and the occasional rim, this rag features uh-nother poy·m of mine, as well as still more authors in the obscure to notorious range. In this lovely magazine, you’ll find lots and lots of words about cars, none of which tell you the proper tire pressure of your vehicle, but I still feel certain you’ll want to own this manual, and stash it in the glovebox to peruse in between texts and hi-speed cornering.

 

Thank you.