Fuck Fiction
Dec22

Fuck Fiction

We at Beatdom Books are proud to announce a new project. It’s called Fuck Fiction (a nod to Ed Sanders’ Fuck You: A Magazine of the Arts) and its goal is the publication of very short fiction. See the submission requirements here: http://fuckfiction.net/?page_id=2 Accepted stories will be published on Fuck Fiction’s website twice a week. At the end of each calendar year, Beatdom Books will publish an anthology of...

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The Beat Rap Sheet
Dec22

The Beat Rap Sheet

But yet, but yet, woe, woe unto those who think that the Beat Generation means crime, delinquency, immorality, amorality … woe unto those who attack it on the grounds that they simply don’t understand history and the yearning of human souls … woe in fact unto those who those who make evil movies about the Beat Generation where innocent housewives are raped by beatniks! … woe unto those who spit on the Beat...

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What to Expect from Beatdom #12
Dec21

What to Expect from Beatdom #12

It’s here, it’s here, it’s finally here!!!! That’s right, ladies and gentleman. Beatdom #12 – the CRIME issue – is now on sale. You can purchase your copy on Kindle or good old dead tree format, both from your favorite industry-crushing internet monopoly. The Paypal link from Beatdom Books is coming soon… If you’ve read Beatdom before, then you’ve probably already placed your order...

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a vision

I. behind the heavy doors of sleep escaped wandering through swatches of magenta air the parted found the whole and melted into lumps of solid gold beneath alien trees on alien moons in alien skies beneath familiar windows and alien goodbyes in crashing waves and whalesong they arrived angry gods we have created and denied and then tricked into dying found me and pressed me into ice wine with their hammers made me account for all I’d...

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Holy Saint Man of Seventh Avenue South
Dec19

Holy Saint Man of Seventh Avenue South

by G.K. Stritch – find her on Amazon When I was a little girl, early in the 1960s, my mother and father and sisters and brother and I were driving home from an outing at New York’s Central Park Zoo. My father drove down Seventh Avenue South and as we headed toward the Holland Tunnel a bearded, bespectacled man wearing sandals stood on the corner waiting for the light to change. I had never witnessed one such as this and asked...

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King of Prussia

Once in King of Prussia, I was falsely accused Of mutilating my Paw with hammerhead cartilage So I hitched a ride across the teal Philly harbor   I spent all my nickels at Stuckey’s but out of The dew rolled a pseudo-Dodson handmade of wood Driven by prepubescent twins with personal sniggers   Accompanied by vermilion atop the horizon A family of three siblings they once had been Until their half-brother suffered a fatal...

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