Moon will be released on 24 April 2021

New record comes out on 24 April 2021.

It's a soft, pretty, reflective record about love & death.

Here it is, including the final track listing:
https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/album/moon

Pre-order a digital copy for $5 (or u can stream it for free on spotify)

Track List

1. Soda Water Waltz
2. Anything You Want
3. The Cinnamon Trees
4. In Your Van, Clementine
5. Bluff Moon
6. In the Trees
7. Son of a Gun (Vaselines)
8. Trailer Waltz
9. No Luck At All
10. I Really Hope That
11. Organs
12. Moon Above
13. Waltz Interlude
14. Wooden Floors

Someday, maybe soon, I will write short stories again

 See note above. 

 This is a fun new song. Poppy as fuck (for me). Dig it. 

https://fuguerscove1.bandcamp.com/track/in-your-van-clementine

Shit, I forgot

 I forgot about this blog. 

Here I am, pajamaed & half lit on seltzer bubbles watching a Norwegian dude on PBS show me how to prep smoked lamb shanks. 

A day before school starts again, I remember the blog.

I'll forget about it soon.

After I forget, I'll need to remind myself to remember again.

Excerpt from novel-in-progress

Excerpt:

Maybe I can start writing again??

I sit in a chair in the dusted silence and watched how the sun casts a warm pale light in the room and I get on my knees like I did as a kid--though it hurts to do it now--and I talk to my God, telling him all the things I did wrong and I tell him how I did it, and I tell him that my pants don’t feel right, and how I miss my sister. I cry. I blubber. I speak in tongues.

Reading New Mexico virtual reading -- Wed, Oct 28 @ 7pm

The UNM-Valencia English Department & Manzano Mountain Review are hosting a virtual reading on Wed., Oct 28 and we'd like you to attend!

https://www.facebook.com/events/2766370296968252/

I get so god-damned excited about this thing

. . .but then a month of ceaseless work crushes me down and sucks out my juices. Happy early Halloween dorks. I'll be looking to steal your candy. 

Excerpt

A hear the screech of tires. A scream. I pull my pistol from my windbreaker pocket.

This is my scrapbook

Since starting the blog in 2014 I have struggled with how to use it. 

Sure, I promote my work. But if that is all I do, then this is a self-marketing blog, and that's depressing. 

How do I make this space work for me? 

I think about other humans. What do they use blogs for? 

They write blog essays about tree-farming and saying goodbye to grandma and how to make excellent omelets and five keys to writing the perfect first draft and how to properly grow and maintain whiskers. 

I don't write blog essays. I don't have time or interest (this essay excluded). 

For me, and I imagine for others, consistency is the primary challenge of maintaining a blog. What would compel me to add to this space? 

In the past few months, I've found a use that works. 

A scrap board. This blog is now a scrap board. In fact, I think it alway was. I always wanted it to be, but now I'm actually producing enough weird shit that I have material to share on a regular basis.

What is a scrap board? A place for scraps. I will post scraps of art I make--incomplete art (all art is incomplete), fallible art, art that wants to be, but doesn't yet know what it is.

I  will use this space as a scrap board for works in progress--both writing & music--and to demonstrate my artistic process. 

Why does this appeal to me? Simple. It keeps me honest. 

When I post something publicly, the work is vulnerable. I am compelled to return to it, think about it, critique it. 

The scrapbook becomes one of several steps in the process of making. If the work holds up, if it has a home in the world, I will find the energy to finish.