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Movie Trailer: Birds and Other Things We Placed In Our Hearts

The trailer for the short film based on my story, Birds and Other Things We Placed In Our Hearts, is out for your viewing pleasure:

Stay tuned for more news on the Chicago-based production of the film.

In the meantime, here is a link to the actual story itself: http://www.necessaryfiction.com/stories/TimmyReedBirdsAndOtherThingsWePlacesInOurHearts

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New Story, The Monk and His Guardian, Out Today From Reality Hands

I’ve got a new story out. This one is at Reality Hands and it is called The Monk and His Guardian. It is a dual-narrative about Rasputin, in case you were wondering. Here is the link: http://www.realityhands.com/timmy-reed/ 

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New Short Story, The Star Fort, Out From Juked MAgazine

I have a new Baltimore/Fort McHenry-related short story, The Star Fort, out now in Juked Magazine. Check it out here: http://juked.com/2016/03/timmy-reed-the-star-fort.asp

 

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Birds and Other Things We Placed in Our Hearts in Baltimore Style Arts Issue

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Go grab a copy of the new issue of Baltimore Style at your local grocery store or newsstand and read my story, Birds and Other Things We Placed in Our Hearts. There is also a great illustration. If you can’t scrummage up the dough or don’t live in Maryland, check it out online here: http://baltimorestyle.com/13249/taking-flight/

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Birds and Other Things We Placed In Our Hearts Featured in The 2015 Wigleaf Top 50 (very) Short Fictions List

I was very honored to have my short story, Birds and Other Things We Placed In Our Hearts, featured in The 2015 Wigleaf Top 50 (very) Short Fictions list, this year selected by the excellent Roxane Gay. Here is the link: http://wigleaf.com

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Zeb and Bunny Build Russian Dolls out today from Hidden Clearing Books

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I have a chapbook called, Zeb and Bunny Build Russian Dolls, out from Hidden Clearing Press. You can buy a copy here (https://hiddenclearingbooks.wordpress.com/2015/03/10/zeb-and-bunny-build-russian-dolls-by-timmy-reed/) and here (https://www.etsy.com/listing/225646109/zeb-and-bunny-build-russian-dolls) and read it online or get the free ebook here (https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/526296).

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New story, Sweet Teeth, out from The Heavy Contortionists

Check out my new stories about candy and child murder out now at The Heavy Contortionists. Here is the link: http://www.theheavycontortionists.com/blog/sweetteeth

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Facebook Word Salad – January 9, 2015

Maybe we can stop somewhere and get a snack to take home and nibble with some hot chocolate? I don’t think he ever drank codeine cough syrup either. It is a very odd hat. When you say, “I don’t believe people should be murdered and of course I believe in freedom of speech, but…” at first, I laughed. Then, I realized how staggeringly useful this could be.

Someone has the snow crazies. A new study says that women who expel a lot of liquid during sex are urinating out of pleasure. Please use this thread to share your first online publication of 2015.

Happy release day!

Remember this? #‎ThrowBackThursday

Lots of murders.

God, doesn’t this image really just say it all?

If someone has tried to cut off your wings, please know that they are beautiful and welcome. Come out for the last reading of the season featuring: I probably would’ve taken a selfie in front of a burning building, 1. super rad and 2. incredibly important, and Why is it so much easier to roll out of bed at noon when I know I don’t have to go to the gym? Be there at 8! Beer available with donation? Yes!

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Life of The Party

My brother hates the holidays. Not just the long winter season, but all of them. They remind him of death. If it were up to my brother, there would only be one day that repeated itself over and over again until he ran out of days and passed away, surprised to find out that he ever got old.

Christmas is depressing and crass, he says, a commercial nightmare. Everyone misses their family, or whatever they wished their family would be. People spend money they don’t have and are reminded of how much they don’t achieve. Suicide rates soar like flying reindeer.

New Years is arbitrary. Every day is the anniversary of some point on the calendar. China has its own New Year and they’re doing alright. The years will just keep coming whether we notice them or not. You can be sure of that.

Valentine’s Day is a pink sham dreamt up by card companies who produce false sentiments and litter. The sugar is an obvious metaphor for rot.

St. Patrick’s Day is the lame, white Mardi Gras. It’s also racist and makes it impossible to wear a green shirt without getting in a conversation about it. (Mardi Gras is the lame, American Carnivale. Carnivale is just stupid, especially for those who do not observe Lent. Don’t even get him started on Lent.)

Independence Day promotes nationalism, obesity, drunk driving, and sunburn. It’s a celebration of wealthy tax dodgers.

Easter is an uncanny mess stuffed with mismatched rituals and bad chocolate. Jesus was a zombie. If the Resurrection was real, then Jesus held out on the secret and that makes him a prick. The entire holiday exists to keep the basket industry afloat.

Thanksgiving is bogus. The first one was in Virginia, not Plymouth Rock, and the pilgrims were intolerant fanatics and murderers anyway. Not that it matters. There is no one out there to say, “You’re welcome.”

I worry about my brother sometimes. I don’t think he has a very good attitude. Not just toward the holidays, but life in general. I am not always sure how to be a good sister to him. Like today, as I helped my mother bake him a cake and drive to the store to buy candles. I did it for my mother. The cake will not make my brother happy.

I try not to think about death so much. I want holidays to remind me of life. Life is happening, I tell myself. Not passing by. My brother looks at an hour glass and counts the sand. I am happy just to see how it looks as it falls. My brother sees the sun as the headlights racing each day away from him like a truck on the highway. He sees the moon as its taillights glowing in the distance. I see pretty balls in the sky.

I wouldn’t be so worried if he were more mature about it. If only he thought about death in a healthy way, not dwell on it so much. Then it wouldn’t bother me that he hates the holidays. A lot of people probably do.

My brother is uncomfortable with all these people gathered around, watching him. The candlelight dances on his face and makes him look like he is listening to a ghost story. I try not to worry about the future. He’ll live, I say.

Still, it’s a shame to not enjoy the holidays, even just a little bit. Especially when you have so many of them, a whole lifetime, laid out in front of you, I think as I watch him struggle to blow out his candles. All twelve of them.

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My story, There Is No “I” in Gang, Published at Free State Review

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Very proud to have my short story about a Baltimore City street gang at a team-building retreat in the woods find a home in issue 4 of the Free State Review. Buy it here: http://freestatereview.com/bookstore.html

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