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2K fiction. White with black markings. No collar. Answers to title: “Tossed & Found” Last seen in the vicinity of: Crushing Hearts & Black Butterfly (press) Caution: considered twisted.

Reward Offered!

For any information leading to the story’s capture: Free print/digital/e-book copy of the Publication wherein the fiction will be kept: Literary journal Dark Light 3, coming out this March, 2013. No questions asked.

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Nice, eh?

http://www.crushingheartsandblackbutterfly.com/

Find Crushing Hearts (books) on the Amazon Top Ten Best Sellers List, Goodreads “Best Independent Book” list, Facebook & the above-listed dot com.

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Stay tuned to the Published category here at CHARRON’s CHATTER for updates.

An update even now:

congratedsThese lovely lines of unsteady Teddies are a digital SO from my all-time favorite animator, that Prince of Pixelation, that King of Cartooning: Mr Dave Sutton! Thanks, Dave Sutton! Your work at Sevenoaks Animation is getting  ever so much better! Oh wink-wink, nudge-nudge, elbow-elbow…but seriously. A delicate and somewhat beautiful tear is tracing a path down my fragile cheek. It’s all very poetic, really…

the Latest

Time for a lil update about Artsy Letters—stuff other than blog posts, riddling poems, and random non sequiturs. I have a few projects I’ve shared, and it’s time to update their collective “what what’s”. So with oodles of adon’t, and absolutely no ado at all, let’s get to it.

Karen Robiscoe dba a penguin domanitrix!

As announced earlier this month, Bohemia Journal—Twisted Mother Goose Edition/Creepy Dolls—has published the entirety of my Fairy Tale Hive Series. A whimsical story in verse that follows the adventures of Zombies, Greek Gods, Fairy Tale Heroes, Disney characters and still others as they wend their way down the rabbit hole, up to the constellations, and into the Hive—even their more terrestrial adventures feature exotic locales, destinations locations, & gambling meccas, too.

Karen Robiscoe dba pixie...:)

Fairy Tale Hive is an even dozen poems, since the Baker makes no cameos, and I mention this again because I am gobsmacked (the American equivalent of gobsmacked is: “shut up!” << with a playful-to-forceful shove backward) at the artistic detail editor Amanda Newhouse Hixson added to the pages. She is an angel of an editor with whom to work, professional and caring, and I count this as one of my proudest achievements thus far. I’m including a link, and a hope you will go peek, and for you more well-heeled folkerie out there—it’s available for purchase!

Bohemia Journal

Zombies, Creepy Dolls, &

Twisted Mother Goose edition

Moving on. Anthology Scary Story—in which my short story: Silent Night—was published, is now available in e book and kindle and other formats digital. The paper version is still available, also. It bears mentioning that editor: Parker Ashley Owens was another charmer when it came to copyedits and communication. Founder of KY Story, the man is a perfectionist, and I heartily recommend submitting to this journal when you get to clicking.

Scary Story Anthology

Featuring: SILENT NIGHT

Karen Robiscoe authors Silent Night

What else. Right. Spirited Remix—my urban fantasy manuscript that started it all. Well, unfortunately, the publishing house that was looking at it with so much interest & did in fact, pick it up, went out of business. I was disappointed, of course, but still very encouraged by my final words with the editor of that house, which will remain nameless for discretionary reasons. Presently, REMIX is under review here and there, but not anywhere where I feel all fired up about it, nor by particular request, so I must therefore bump up this twice-accepted, never published manuscript. I am confident REMIX will ultimately find a good home; especially if I can get over my separation anxiety produced by publishing contracts.

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And let’s not forget: Charrons Chatter Hub Pages. My Hub pages feature a variety of (mainly) vegetarian/pescatarian dishes and recipes, complete with step-by-step jpeggery, and a special scratch & sniff function at the end screen. Trick, the scratch & sniff comes a screen before, so why not head over there before your next shopping trip, and pick a yummy recipe to try. I’m including the same link you can always find from the sidebar of this site for easy association!

Charron’s Chatter Hub Pages

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Next. The Kickstarter Kampaign. Still alive and well, and at 10 % of my ultimate goal. There are just 9 days left to share or contribute, and if any of you finds me entertaining, why not flip me a buck? You can literally contribute as little as that. Imagine I am a street performer—because, well I am, albeit cyber streets—and in that sense, have my back up against the wall on a daily basis. Hell, I’ll even serve you a phat cyber cocktail; made with fresh-squeezed juice, and hand-muddled, if you do.

Tell me all your troubles...

Done stumping—and I wish I didn’t have to, but…wheel…squeak squeak.

Still more news about Charron’s Chatter Gazette. I sent 750 copies of the 3rd edition to print Monday, and dropped them off with the vending machine distribution guy Wednesday—for distribution all over Santa Barbara County. From as far north as Isla Vista (UCSB area) to as far south as Carpinteria (a factory outlet for shag—or oddly named beach town) I’ve included a link to the latest pdf version of it below, as well as on the Gazette page proper. Please peruse!

Charron’s Chatter Gazette–3rd Edition

Time constraints—working as a personal bitch assistant—has swallowed up the bulk of time I might have spent seeking advertising dollars, while reticence has finger-licked the rest. I think I am fairly entertaining, but I am not sure, and as thinly spread as I am now, I find it economically imperative to spend my time earning dollars as an assistant. I keep telling myself to go out and apply for writing jobs here in town…but then I don’t. As it is, by carefully budgeting out such irksome extras as groceries & shampoo, I will be able to afford to send one more run to print for the Christmas edition, but thereafter I am tapped. Luckily, I put a CTA for my Kickstarter campaign in the latest Gazette, and who knows? Maybe some philanthropist will get itchy fingers…

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

Or maybe it’ll be so much bird cage liner—it could go either way…

Finally, the Screen Borrow. Available for $1.99 exclusively at Smashwords and its affiliates, the second book in the “Cyberland” series is ready to rock your cyber world. Picking up where Through the Monitor left off, the Screen Borrow follows the adventures of narcoleptic, blogger Link after he escapes Cyberland, only to instantly regret it. Joined by bird buddies: Tweetums and Repeatums, there’s plenty of other, new characters to keep you on your toes, plus fun with those you’ve met already, including Sloth, Iris, Cheeky Butts, and more! I hope you’ll click over to share, LIKE, review or purchase.

Karen Robiscoe dbs CHARRONs CHATTERScreen Borrow

And that, in a cyber nutshell, is that. Thanks for reading!

E-Zine Star & Coming Soon’s!

At the risk of cacophonic own-horn tooting, I’d like to note that the “Art4TheHomeless” E-zine has featured me as their September literary artist. Web address: http://art4thehomeless.org/art4thehomeless-webzine

…is the “where”, and yours truly is the “who”, while your reaction is the wild-card “what” in this equation. Big thanks to senior publisher: Dame Johnna Crider for the lovely piece.

Also, print journal: Postscripts to Darkness will be running my short fiction: “What Happens in Vegas” in their next edition! I will post 411 as it becomes available.

Yip–yip–yippee!

Putting the “Hear→here” in “Cheer”

It’s official, chickens. My poem: Wash Day has been fluffed, folded and pressed into the June edition of PDF Zine: Handful of Dust. For those of you playing along at home, that’s Handful of Dust issue #7--seh•ven–a numerical value significant to the issue first; dwarves, gamblers, & world wonders thereafter.

But not “there least”. And while I’m sure a punchline lurks within the terms: “Handful of Dust”  and “Wash Day”…a clothes-bedecked punchline or TIDE commercial both, neither are readily apparent right now. (Right now being the night before the official release). So I’ll just pretreat myself with a generous splash of backburner, REM & Spray-n-Wash, and hope that metaphorical set-in spot evidences itself later, at which point I’ll add it in like a lavender-scented sachet among the creases of this post. Else it will all come out in the wash. (more likely)

http://hofd.wordpress.com/ 

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Click-n-read!

Stop by Handful of Dust when you can. Break a date if you have to. Steal a PC. All detergent entendres aside, the PDF is beautifully rendered and brimming with great sentences. The background graphic provided for Wash Day by Gail Denham titled: “Arches” compliments the concept of the poem’s focus and then some, but you’ll have surf over to find out what laundry concepts entail beyond the obvious hamper-harvesting.

On final spin, I’d like to note that since H.O.D. is hosted on the same network as CHARRON’s CHATTER, a Laundry List of Comments can be made there same as here, and it would really mean a lot to the Washer Woman in the poem if you signed the guest book.  She might even stop mixing the whites in with the colors.

Meantime. Thanks for the support, chickens, and please clean the lint screen when you’re done. 🙂

Laundry List

Well, chickens–we’ve GAINed some headway. A highly insightful editor at Handful of Dust wants to pick up my poem: WASH DAY for her Ezine. It’s slated for a MOUNTAIN FRESH summer posting–more specs to follow–and I’m glad the TIDE is turning a little bit.

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The Big G knows, this BIZ is tough, especially in its current state of flux–it’s ALL fluxed up, really–making this nod ULTRA FAB, and pre-treating this poulet with an extra splash of CHEER. There’s a BOUNCE in my step, and a SUPER-CONCENTRATED smile on my face, so forgive me if I SHOUT this last in BOLDed, upper-case characters!

WHEE!

New Shoes.

 
 
 

Originally published by: SPECTRUM Literary Anthology, CCS @ UCSB, 2008 # CLVV

 
 

I am a snake-eyed chef,

a boxcar attendant–afraid

The pendulum of doom swings in our direction.

Like so many of the masses.

 
 
 

I expect the sucker punch,

the unsolicited slap,

So surprising–still

The blow from behind.

 
 
 

Accurately sudden sweep,

Sweat stink-ridden grip to the next,

Careless Hand of space and time,

Only the divine sends us smothering into fetid darkness.

 
 
 

“Kiss it baby, for luck”

 
 
 

Crushing pressure,

Thrown at the wall of predictable fate,

to change each other–

or copy one another.

 
 
 

Surrendering

to an unknowable quantity,

Vital to believe–

Emerging unexpectedly high an–

 
 
 

Eleven on a scale of twelve,

a talented chance to change, and I

Leave the table as one.

Cash in my chips to buy–

 
 
 

The right to a

New and undefined

Me–I can’t wait

to break the box.

 

New Kicks for Karen...


 

The Write Ingredients

Pub. SPECTRUM Literary Anthology, CCS @ UCSB, 2007 # CLVIV

WRITE INGREDIENTS

I seasoned my work–an I amb stew,
with a measure of memory; added two
leaves of Bay that swooned, and cried–
to melt inside
my roiling page.

Wrote leaves of Sage to follow,
Its Self-Important Syllables
Too Savory to Swallow
in one gulp
so I ground them into pulp
–Chapters.

Diced tender shoots of Time and
threw basted dreams in

after

a sprinkling of rhymes.

Shook similes and tried it,
tossed images inside it
Added more
metaphors,
…and a dash of…

… hesitation…

…’four afterthoughts went
streaming in
my steaming combination,

I turned it down to low, and next
Stirred and Stirred and left my text
as is typically my style.
Dreamt something else a little while.

But when the odor grew too strong
I was lured before too long
to whisk and sift, my well done word,

And while It seemed to be
Overdone In Spots, to me
Absurd
with Purple Prose,
–and a trace too much erase–

Overall the things I chose
Tasted right in place.
Put a smile on my face.

And it thrilled with its frilled bones.

The seared slab of life my own
Truth, topped with my bundle of say-
My Book garni,
an elegant finish
to enhance
an Aged Soul.

And since my wit had simmered and mellowed for so
Many years
I served it up,
Immediately,
In dishes edged in gold
Full of my tale untold

Delicate menus in flowing script
tucked into napkins there,
inviting You to Dinner
with a
Place Card
at each chair.