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New book from Sarah Kay

by Treehouse Editors

Treehouse contributor Sarah Kay has completed a new book of poetry, No Matter the Wreckage. You can get it directly from Write Bloody Publishing, or you can find it on Amazon.com. If you loved her poem Yolk in our seventh issue, you’ll be happy to see it in her new collection alongside many other phenomenal poems.

Congratulations, Sarah!

Description from Amazon:

book cover

No Matter the Wreckage

Following the success of her breakout poem, “B”, Sarah Kay, in collaboration with illustrator Sophia Janowitz, releases her debut collection of poetry featuring work from the first decade of her career. No Matter the Wreckage presents readers with new and beloved poetry that showcases Kay’s talent for celebrating family, love, travel, and unlikely romance between inanimate objects (“The Toothbrush to the Bicycle Tire”). Both fresh and wise, Kay’s poetry allows readers to join her on the journey of discovering herself and the world around her. It is an honest and powerful collection.

5 New York City Moments

by Treehouse Editors

from John Oliver Hodges, author of How We Solved the Problem:

  1. At the Decamp Bus Line window in the Port Authority, I leaned over to order my tickets. I said, “Tree ticketa Montclair Date Uniberdity pleeea,” into the circular vent in the glass, and the homeless-looking dude standing nearby said, for the second time, “Excuse me sir, can I have a dollar?” As the lady printed my tickets I looked at him and said, “No,” and he said, “Your life is gonna be fucked up!” I said, “Too late,” and he laughed.
  2. I was walking down the sidewalk in Greenpoint with my usual chocolate doughnut, what I buy daily from Peter Pan Polish Bakery. Often as I walk along eating my doughnut, I will hold it out to somebody, and say, “Would you like a bite?” Once, I said it to a Korean girl, but I asked her in perfectly pronounced Korean. She laughed.
  3. Another time as I walked along eating my doughnut, I was really getting into the doughnut, slobbering on it real good, and this guy wearing a uniform like what phone technicians wear, saw me eating my doughnut. As the gap between us closed, I held my slobbery doughnut his way. Didn’t he want a bite? He stopped in his tracks. I kept walking. “You trying to be funny?” he called after me. I was turned his way, crumbs falling from my lips. I said, “No, it’s real good,” as if the offer was still open should he change his mind. Now he walked after me so I just walked faster backwards and then, as it turned out, I had to turn forward and run a little bit to get away from him.
  4. There was this homeless guy in the Port Authority who kept making loud fart sounds with his mouth, and each time he made the loud fart sound he jerked his pelvis forward as if he’d just let go a humdinger, and he would turn his head back like What’s going on here?and then fart with his mouth again and repeat the scenario. I liked it so much that I, too, do it on occasion.
  5. I don’t know why, but for some reason when I’m walking around in New York City, I love to say, “Maaaaan, dey got some creeezy people in heah!” I say it all the time out on the sidewalks, and especially I say it when I’m hanging out underground waiting for the E train, or the G train, or the 7 train. I say it loud enough for the people around me to hear, but nobody ever says anything back. Perhaps the voice doesn’t match the awesome image I cut from the day, or maybe my words are garbled. Either way, the other night inside the Port Authority, at about 11pm, I was headed down to catch the E and this longheaded guy was on the tiles with his back against the wall, his skinny legs poking out across the floor. I said my thing as I passed him, out of habit more than anything else, and he said, bobbing his long head up and down, “Yeeah, and you about the craziest motherfuckah in heah!”


This Week in Words – March 8

by Treehouse Editors

by Rachel Bondurant

Aaand we’re back!  Just a couple of announcements today.

I’d like to take this opportunity to welcome three new readers to our crew:

Nancy Conger has an MFA in Creative Writing and used to be a reader for the Vermont Studio Center.  She’s been published and has worked in editing and publishing, so she knows the drill.

Christine Houser reads, writes, studies, and teaches creative nonfiction in Seattle.  She also blogs at Flash Memoirs, where she’s featured past Treehouse contributor Kerry Headley’s story, “The Rooster.”  You can follow her on Twitter @flashmemoirs.

Simon Alford is sixteen and loves to read and loves Treehouse.  What more could you ask for in a reader than that?

We’re thrilled to have you all on board, and we’re excited to work with you!

As I’ve already mentioned on Twitter, submissions are back open.  And we’re bringing you brand new never-before-seen creative material on Monday.  All is once again right with the world.

Happy holidays from the Treehouse crew!

by Treehouse Editors

We hope you enjoy yourself this week with friends, family, and—most importantly—good things to read.

This Week in Words – Dec 21

by Treehouse Editors

compiled by Rachel Bondurant

We’re still in the market for readers, so send me an e-mail at
marketing.treehouse@gmail.com if you’re interested!

Coming up this week: some holiday goodness from us here at Treehouse.

And because it’s Christmas, I only have this to say.

And this.

And also, of course: Happy Holidays.

This Week in Words – Nov 30

by Treehouse Editors

compiled by Rachel Bondurant

Follow Rob Delaney on Twitter. I just discovered him by reading Mark Peters’s “Best Joke Ever” column for McSweeney’s Internet Tendency. What’s Delaney’s best joke? Go read the piece and find out, you bum. I can’t do all the work for you.

This is happening. And we’re all guilty of it. Because peer pressure.

A triptych about salt? Yes, please. Thank you, Kate Angus.

My reading recommendation this week? Treehouse submissions. We’re in the market for a couple of readers to join the crew. Want to help? Shoot me a brief e-mail explaining why you want to be a part of our team (you can say it’s for the money, but full disclosure: that won’t get you paid any faster). You can include a resume and a piece of your own writing if you want to, but it isn’t necessary. We just need people who love to read and who can offer up an opinion that doesn’t end with “I liked it,” or “I didn’t.” E-mail address is marketing.treehouse@gmail.com. Give me a clue in the subject line what you’re e-mailing about. We’re only looking for two readers – three tops – so first come, first serve.

Oh, and happy Thanksgiving.

This Week in Words – Nov 9

by Treehouse Editors

compiled by Rachel Bondurant

How many male novelists does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Find out here.

Blockbuster Video is closing its doors. (Maybe because the word “video” is no longer relevant?) I’m really going to miss those 4 for $20 DVDs. And absurdly large boxes of candy. In case you weren’t a frequenter of Blockbuster (or are not old enough to really get it, in which case I say to you: ugh), this sums it up nicely.

Margaret Atwood doesn’t have the time for book blurbs anymore, so don’t ask. But if you do, at least she’s poetic when she tells you no.

Anybody who has worked in an office or gone on any kind of retreat can sympathize with this story. Because — who are we kidding? — we’ve all thought about it and you know it.

“Marsupial.” “Spelunking.” “Financial advice.” “Custom ringtones.” “Fuck. Or…rat bastard.”