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Pulp Literature Year 1 & 2

2019 Year of Authors: 25 – 29 Mar

It’s not every year you get to celebrate publishing 20 issues of genre-busting literature. We want our readers to reap the rewards, and our contributors to shine in the spotlight, so every week we are offering up a selection of deeply discounted past issues, based on one of the authors, poets, or artists whose work fills the magazine’s pages. Welcome to week 12 of Pulp Literature’s Year of Authors — it’s a real doozy.  Seven issues will be 50% off!

22nd – 29th March 2019

Monday: Erin Kirsh, Issue 16

Author Erin Kirsh smiling behind bookErin Kirsh is a writer and performer living in Vancouver. Her work has been published in Arc Poetry MagazineThe Quilliad, Strange Days Books, and Geist, where she took second place in their 10th Annual Literary Postcard Short Story Contest in 2014. Erin is the Executive Director of Vancouver Poetry House. Her wonderful blog, The Loosing Game, chronicles the ups and (mostly) downs of the submission process.

Issue 16 cover art by Akem

Tuesday: Erin Slaughter, Issue 17Poet Erin Slaughter in black

Erin Slaughter holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Western Kentucky University. She has been a finalist for Glimmer Train’s Very Short Fiction Contest and was nominated for a Best of the Net Award and a Pushcart Prize. You can find her writing in River Teeth, Bellingham Review, Sundog Lit, Tishman Review, and elsewhere. She is the author of two poetry chapbooks: Elegy for the Body (Slash Pine Press, 2017) and GIRLFIRE (dancing girl press, 2018), and is editor and co-founder of the literary journal The Hunger. She lives and teaches writing in Nashville.

Issue 17 cover featuring stellar artwork by Britt-Lise Newstead

Wednesday: Ev Bishop, Issues 6 & 10

Author Ev Bishop looking festive Ev Bishop is a long-time columnist with the Terrace Standard, and her other articles and essays appear across North America. Fiction’s her true love, however, and she writes in a variety of lengths and genres. Best known for her small-town contemporary romance series, River’s Sigh B & B, Ev also writes under the pen name Toni Sheridan (The Present and Drummer Boy, White Rose Publishing). Visit Ev online at www.evbishop.com, join her on Facebook, or follow her on Twitter @Ev_Bishop. She’d love to connect with you!

Issue 10 small

Thursday: FJ Bergmann, Issues 6, 1316

Author F J Bergman in steampunk gogglesF J Bergmann has manifested in Analog, Asimov’s, Apex and elsewhere in the alphabet, and functions, so to speak, as poetry editor of Mobius: The Journal of Social ChangeA Catalogue of the Further Suns (dystopian first-contact SF poems — don’t say you weren’t warned), won the 2017 Gold Line Press chapbook contest. Her humorous fantasy and science fiction has appeared in three issues of Pulp Literature with more scheduled for the near future!

Issue 13 cover by Zoran PekovicIssue 16 cover art by Akem

Friday: Fred Zackel, Issue 3 & 8

Author Fred Zackel in Hawaiian shirt in front of beach Fred Zackel is the author of Cocaine & Blue Eyes, Murder in Waikiki, and Turn Left at Paradise, among other novels and short fiction. He teaches Canadian Fiction and American Literature at Bowling Green State University in Ohio.

Issue 13 cover art by Tais TengIssue 8 cover art by Mel Anastasiou  

Featured Author: Erin Kirsh

Erin Kirsh is a pushcart-nominated writer, performer, funnyman, and rant maker from Toronto. She has toured original works on stages across North America, and has represented Vancouver twice at both the Canadian Festival of Spoken Word and the National Poetry Slam.

Her blog, The Losing Game, chronicles the heartbreak and jubilance of publication rejection and acceptance (respectively), which we at Pulp Literature can appreciate all too well. As Erin says: In 2018, you can follow my progress (or lowgress, depending on the stretch) here. Come for the sweat and the ugliness. Come for the support. Come to feed your superiority, if you need to, come to reminisce about a time you were less successful than you are now, come if you need to see the struggle of the game, come if you need hope for yourself. I promise to gift wrap it nicely for you. 

You might remember the riveting reading Erin Kirsh gave last September at the Issue 16 launch. Her story, ‘The Wind of a Train’, had us all worried for a future we hope never to see, and optimistic for the future of this talented writer and performer.

The Wind of a Train
Erin Kirsh

I have thirty minutes to get to the station. It doesn’t really matter which station, anything on the line will work, only I’m not really sure where I’ve gotten to. I don’t have the benefit of being from this city.

The Sinking was sudden. A lot of places, including the coastal city I lived in, shook then were swallowed by water. Those of us who were rescued got airlifted to other parts of the country, where, as it turns out, there’s not enough room for all of us. I was an early recovery, I got here when people were feeling more hospitable. The city wasn’t overrun then. Nobody wants to tell the survivors of a tragedy to fuck off until said survivors start inconveniencing them. So being a sort of pioneer of the good ship shitstorm, I have a shelter of sorts, but it’ll be gone if I’m not back before midnight. If things are lawless in the day, at night they are competitively piratical. I didn’t mean to be out so late, but this city’s more or less unnavigable and it doesn’t take much wandering to end up far from Woodbine or Coxwell or any of the four street names I’ve memorized. So I got lost, and now I’ve got two choices. Get back to the place where I’m somewhat comfortable and my stuff remains unpoached as of yet, or move in on someone else’s territory and hope that the stuff I snatch is better than what I’d be giving up.

Twenty more minutes. I should’ve picked taller landmarks when I first set out. Picking buildings that may or may not be chain establishments was a lapse of judgment. I wish I could ask someone for directions to the subway, but they’d either be Settled and think I’m fucking up their society, or worse, they’d be Displaced. Settled would make me feel bubonic and burdensome, but a Displaced person would lead me in the wrong direction, steer me down some dark alley and mug me. Best case scenario, I mean…

 

 

Read the rest of ‘The Wind of a Train’ in Pulp Literature Issue 16