Hacked?

Last night I thought this site had been hacked. Now, after two emails to Support everything is back to normal.

Don’t forget you can order my new book of poetry “Death Dance” right here:

http://issuu.com/howlingdogpress/docs/final_issuu_preview_death_dance3

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Hacked

I don’t even know if anyone even see this But This Site Has Been Hacked

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LENORD

Lug nuts. Bits of steel candy. Frank saw a pail of them, he wanted to scoop a hand full, biting breaking teeth; shards of enamel raw nerves exposed to air. His eyes watering in pain. He never figured why he felt the way he did when he saw a bucket full of the little fuckers.
Like every job Frank ended up with he ascended down a spiral of anger and boredom. The only thing he knew, was he needed to stay close to the desert; it calmed down the rage inside him.
Crumpling his third can of beer he let his body lean in to the bellows of wind like the highway sign bending and buffeting on a current of dry, hot air.
“How long, Hay, how long do you think the road sign had been there”
” I don’t know. 50 years maybe. This used to be a major route to the Salton Sea,” Hay mumbled, a screw driver in his mouth.
“You know, I’d love to have been that sign 50 years ago,” Frank said in a depressing voice to put the sign in or lay down the original pavement under the WPA.
“There’s your main problem my friend. You can never see the future only the past.”
“Sure, exactly what I wanted to hear.”
After he washed up, he remembered the two six packs under the seat of car.
Frank took a gulp and hit the car ‘s anemic power plant car the engine spit exhaust wrapped in motor oil. Coming down a slight roll on the highway he saw a small bundle wrapped in netting. He had to stop. He clutched the bundle. bounded back in the Dart and fought the steering wheel down black top. The car’s left tire was smaller than the rest.
He reached the trailer and staggered to the bed; past out. In the morning his eyes open a viscous pain brain slicing over his right eye. Frank recalled the bindle in the back. He popped open the rear door slid the netted package out an gingerly and pulled it apar
young sapling. He knew he should return it.

But to who?
He was careful, planted the young tree, opened a JAX beer and admired his work. Now it was in he watered it and nursed it. It began to grow. Most nights. after work, he’d sit on his wooden steps lovingly staring at his work.
His life was shit. he had no family only loneliness busted up like wooden beams. relationships. He lived in isolation. a big tear snaked down his cheek. Now, this plant. It stood for something Frank was certain. Maybe abandonment a childhood and same of going to work at Globe General Hospital where he walked in to the operating room and killed a baby..
Fuck it. Frank walked to the plant bent down and poured beer around the young sprout. It had to have a name it hit him. He called it Leonard and it would live forever..

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ONE MORE CHEAP FUCKING PLUG

JAY MARVIN, the poet of “Death Dance,” the fiction writer of “Punk Blood” and the new “Frank” stories,” will be interviewed on the Peter Boyles Show tomorrow, Friday morning, 7:30 am until 9:00am, Mountain Standard Time. The whole listening community is excited about hearing his stories, and talking about his new book, “Death Dance” (Howling Dog Press, 2011)

Here is a link to stream the program online http://streema.com/radios/KHOW

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AIR TIME/BOOK PLUG

Don’t forget I’ll be on Peter Boyle’s show 7:30 in the morning to talk about my poetry noir book–just out–“Death Dance.” Ask your local book store to ORDER you a copy or get it from Howling Dog Press.

ORDER YOUR COPY NOW:
http://issuu.com/howlingdogpress/docs/final_issuu_preview_death_dance3

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How To Get Death Dance

This is not about Frank but I know he’d approve. Without haste do two things: buy a copy of my book “Death Dance.” you can see part of the book, order it on line with your choice of three different covers.

Is Random House or a University Press going to give you something like that? Go have a look. . .

http://issuu.com/howlingdogpress

SEE WODDY ALLEN’S MOVIE ABOUT PARIS!

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