newz for 2012:

gonna update this more post-solstice.

gotta art show w/ ken freeman in april at flicker.

gonna hit the road for 60 days this summer of a zine/scene tour.

gotta get movin.

hurry up holidays. you ain't that holy.

JANUARY 1ST! TIMEZ FLY.

I (May) be a Drunk

I finally finished I (May) Be Drunk. The covers are brown bags with a lino cut. I'm bringing two downtown to Bizarro Wuxtry. Big ups to the kids who included illustrations (but sadly, they haven't been included with this run; tried to finish/format before Fluke during Popfest and f'ed up my process). PROCRASTINATION but at least it is in print. Thanks for reading.

Here in a few excerpts:

I (May) Be A Drunk is autobiographical fiction. The names have been omitted because they might be mine or yours. I’ve slurred shared sentences into a blurred sentiment of consumption. Alcohol gives these asides absurdity. Tally marks tell tales like these.

You’ll see.

5/1

Is(n’t) there something alluring about being a drunk (punk)?

slammin your way through beers / only to wind up here

on the bank of the mississippi / noli me tangere

React. Breaking the bank here at home. It is(n’t) something i’m proud of.

This. This role I assumed. Assumed was in me already with cups that I carry. Dixie.

My new aligned accoutrements are me, M.C. It all starts with a koozie

saying “my struggle to remain healthy is killing me.”

Drink up. Same day, different day job.

Happy May Day, mommy.

I’m a keg zombie.

@ THE SWIMMING HOLE

scratch the surface of the self

submerge

stretch

shoulders shutter

scrub the shit from between your ears

smoke

swimming the hole

swat the flies and smile

sharpen your stilo on the stone

sit

shift

sit

scratch

silence

smell

straighten up

ship out

smile at the sunshine

surely it’s something to shine on

5/14

scream at me / break the silence of being alone / at least i made it home

what do you want me to say / same shit same day

lose or win it’s my fault / it’s my inspiration

seems so fleeting like retreating / but it just goes on and on repeating

sitting sorting out the sound / i miss so much of being around

but not as much as the city’s sensuality

so many memories / baggage that i carry

it’s so damn scary / kids committing harakiri

suicide / i whisper slowly soothes insides

in anxiety guilty as charged can i be

what do you expect to see / aside from another blacked out sea

its (maybe) just (you and) me

newz

8anapple #3. done. when i get some $z, print.

here is the cover. i like bikes.
RIP bianchi pista. 2004 - 2011

tanx to the contributions:
kthxxx
king eli
ak ransom
z. elliot
ummm . . .

send me $ and i'll send you a zine.
also read: keep the aspidistra flying by g. orwell.
all about the quandary of money.

8anapple !!! in the works . . .

march 23rd release date.
accepting anything and everything.
collage, poetry, comic, essay, drawing.
scan and send electronic submissions to 8anapple@gmail.com
or send originals (no bigger than 8.5 x 11) to:
Christopher Ingham
255 Noketchee Creek Road
Athens, Georgia
30601

so real, fo real this time.

BIG UPS FROM A FIVE MONTH HIATUS

A POEM IN HONOR OF FLO

live up, grow tough from the dirt.

hurt. my shoulder again. my glasses lost. keys tossed and found. and a scrapped up face to boot.
i still got my boots. my bike is okay, just three weeks and a day til i can ride again.
what should one do from then?
do flo show. get things bouncing. who wants in?

serious.

FLO AT THE FLICKER

the date: feb. 23rd.
the time: 9 until 11 @ the flicker bar and theatre
the fine: bring a dish to share (anything, we don't care) and get ten minutes on the mic (say what you like). or not. whatever. poetry, comedy, tea.
the divine: TURNIP (hip hop crazez bass) will perform throughout the night (if the feeling is right) or eugene willis (who is hella tight w/ live dj commericel lubricants).

for those of you who know what we going through, big ups to us!
come and share some food and 'tude.
christopher