Friday, April 9, 2010

The 4th Dimension of July

Here is a story from a few years back. It appeared in the 2007 issue of the Green Fuse Literary Journal, the annual review for Webster University. Its in the pdf below, on page 66. They spelled my name wrong, but I still like them.

http://www.webster.edu/depts/artsci/i/pdf/greenfuseS.pdf

Also, I'd love feedback on how these posts are going. Are the links easy to navigate, or would anyone (if anyone is out there in the first place) like to see things posted in this site itself. Let me know, I'd love to hear from whoever decides to read my work.

Latest News

I received the very good news today that my story, 'Believe' has been chosen by the editors of Gold Dust Magazine as their favorite piece from this season's issue. I'll be posting it as soon as the issue goes online.

My story, 'Centralia Illinois, 1947' will be appearing in the 2010 edition of the Emerson Review, a literary journal published out of Emerson College in Boston. They won't be posting the story online, but I'll be sure to post a link to their site when the issue goes up, and maybe write up a little something about the real life disaster that inspired the piece.

The same goes for my poem, 'Eminence, MO', which will soon be appearing in the Lamplighter Review. Though it won't be appearing online, i'll be posting a link when the issue comes around, and maybe posting the poem here as well, if it really is unavailable.
I ghost wrote a piece for a program that the United Way of Greater Cincinnati has been working on in the rural community of Felicity, Ohio. It appeared in the August 2009 newsletter for the Clermont County Chamber of Commerce, and you can find it on page 3 in the link below.


http://www.clermontchamber.com/fileadmin/files/PDF_Files/Newsletters/2009_Newsletters/August_09.pdf

The Epiphany Project

A few years back, I wrote a story about scientists working on a particle accelerator who get distracted by a vending machine. So I was excited to finally find a home for it in the most recent issue of the Oddville Press. The PDF is available free for download.

http://theoddvillepress.com/issue6.pdf

Better

My flash fiction piece 'Better' appears in this season's issue of 63 Channels. It is no longer available online. Here is the piece.

It was the second my fist closed over the stick shift that I knew things would be better back west. Just had to get west, had to go sunset, go Pacific, full tanks of gas and running on fumes and coffee filter power. Things had to be better there. State lines fixed everything. So drive, all engines drive girl, I kept saying to myself, drive.

And I knew that all my friendlies and happys would be there, standing in the front of all the yards, behind the gates of the front doors. And I knew that drive in would be wall papered by everyone waving at me welcome home with sandals on and no coats in sight. All the clinics would be wreathed and garland covered and smelling of rose water and lavender oil, and all the nurses there holding fresh white linens would join hands with the preachers of the all inclusive churches and beckon me back.

No more stares, ever again. No more fish stickers on the back bumpers of pickup trucks, no more revival drums coming from the mouths of blue haired church ladies and their decomposing husbands. No more notes pushed under the door of my apartment, telling me about damnation and showing me pictures of what the baby must have looked like, that’s what they keep calling it, not an embryo or a fetus but a full blown, thumb having baby. No, just a couple more state lines and then I could see what waited for me there.

Ticker tape would fall, it would happen for sure I could see it, like war was over day, like troops back from the front day. And endless marching bands would snake down palm tree lined boulevards, and movie stars would put their arms around the hobos and sigh together, “She’s back, thank god, lets call it for good this time.”

There would be horns blaring and keys to the city waiting, chocolate foil gift baskets on the laps of Chanel mommys. Gay pride parades would simultaneously erupt beneath rainbow flagged balconies, floats would construct themselves out of gutter water and wind blown newspapers. The tides would start to lap faster, like the tongue of a happy puppy, all of it echoing “welcome back friend, welcome back,” with music blaring from the eighteens in the backs of the whips and my whole skull filled with my smile shaped jaw.

Soon the desert would give way. I’d come too far to stop, no hitch hikers thanks you, no motel rooms
thank you, only west for me from here on out forever. The desert would give way to hills, and finally the

concrete embrace of all those million miles of house and street, and all the corner taco stands burning like eternal

flames.

The Easter Machine

My short story, The Easter Machine, was recently published in the online journal 'The Dead Mule School'. They focus on writing that has a connection to the southern United States, and you can find my work in their April, 2010 issue. The link is below.

http://www.deadmule.com/fiction/2010/04/adam-hofbauer-the-easter-machine/

Introduction

I created this blog about a year ago. Then I realized I didn't have anything to say, or anything interesting to present, and I never looked at it again. Since then I've begun attending San Francisco State University, where I study creative writing in their graduate ficiton program. In the last few weeks, I've been having a lot of success in the publishing world. So I'll be using this space to post links to all of my writing online, as it appears in journals and smalls press literary magazines. I hope to post a lot of work now and in the future.