Red Fez
A debaucherous litany of lecherous literary lunatics.
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Michele McDannold :
Michele McDannold is the Managing Editor of Red Fez, mostly because she just likes to say Red Fez but also because she thinks it is the most groovoid place to sling your literary shazizzle. Besides keeping busy with all things Red Fezzery, Michele is the Editor/Publisher for Rural Messengers Press. You can check it out at
RMP... and, if you feel like reading some of the writing she does on her "down time", you can find links to it from her blog at
michelemcdannold.blogspot.com.
Rob Taylor :
Rob Taylor is the Poetry Editor of Red Fez. He lives in Vancouver, British Columbia. In addition to his work with the Fez, Rob runs
One Ghana, One Voice, Ghana's only poetry magazine. He has published two chapbooks, Child of Saturday and splattered earth. He sometimes posts new poems on his
website or his blog,
spread it like a roll of nickels. In his free time, Rob is a back-up Power Forward for the Chinese National Basketball Team.
Aidan Hailes:
Aidan Hailes, fiction editor, has lived in Edmonton, Canada his entire life, and has been paying for that fact his entire life. When not reading, writing, or working, he plays video games, hangs out with his wife, or dreams of building oversized computers that can calculate the exact nanosecond Mother Theresa was conceived. Arigatou.
Sergio Ortiz Rivers:
Ortiz has a B.A. in English literature from Inter-American University, and a M.A. in philosophy from World University. His poems have been published, or are forthcoming in: Autumn Sky Poetry, The Smoking Poet, The Acentos Review, Poesia, Words-Myth, and over 100 other journals and anthologies. His chapbook, At the Tail End of Dusk, was published in October 2009 by Flutter Press.
R.W. Watkins :
Watkins is a poet, essayist, indie publisher and social critic who resides in Newfoundland, Canada. He doesn't take nicely to far-left and far-right social agendas, and is currently sporting a Zappaesque 'tache and soul patch. In a recent top-ten list of most beautiful Canadian women, he listed Prime Minister Stephen Harper's 9-year old daughter Rachel at no. 10 in a bid to make the PM even more paranoid than what he already is.
The Comics Decoder website is his latest online venture.
Leopold McGinnis :
Leopold is the founding editor (and current hanger on) of Red Fez, which was originally a product of literary isolation, an extended bout of unemployment and an awkward conflation of cynical disgust for the state of literary affairs and a youthful optimism for change. He has much junk in his trunk, some of it has even been published. And not just by himself! He is the author of three novels (The Red Fez, Game Quest and Bad Attitude) and also a founding editor of Outsider Writers. You can find more of his writing and weirdness over at his
blog and is very well-rounded for a serious nerd.
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21.nov.2009 18:05
19.nov.2009 08:53
and i got off the mat for one more round, one more roll in the hay, one last kiss before midnight, one last joust before the nuclear sunrise, the gods are screaming in rhythm and a horrible music fills the world as our societies sink deeper into mediocrity, art becomes pretension, the masses rule the airwaves, film and literature turn ugly, music becomes monotone, the crystal-white memories of blue-thunder magic passing slowly by raucous sex-talk in your window sunburn alabaster machine-gun ending, all things fade born again whiskey-sour back alley blow-jobs on her knees begging for more, early morning sex-buzz, love fades in the moonlight, Django plays the strings in the last-call reverie, boom boom and out go the lights, dishpigs run up the bar tab, musicians do the cock-walk ugly as always, that old sweet song on my mind the hours slumber by, with shadows we dance the endless slow-song caress, and the blue-morning dreaming, and the brutal long-hour sunset, and the virgin mind-fuck kiss me deadly, covered in these thoughts I smelled her perfume and saw her across the back alley as she led me in deeper and deeper the tornado in my mind screaming tortured songs unwanted happiness…
thanks for the add!!!
Tony Nesca
02.nov.2009 16:21
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02.mei.2009 21:51
What does one send to the Lighthouse indeed! At any other time Lily could have suggested reasonably tea, tobacco, newspapers. But this morning everything seemed so extraordinarily queer that a question like Nancy’s—What does one send to the Lighthouse?—opened doors in one’s mind that went banging and swinging to and fro and made one keep asking, in a stupefied gape, What does one send? What does one do? Why is one sitting here, after all? (Woolf)
27.apr.2009 23:15
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16.nov.2008 09:26
being a friend of G.E.M.!
09.nov.2008 15:11
http://www. erbacce-press. com/#/pumaperl/4531745901 or contact me if interested! It's my first chapbook!
17.okt.2008 05:05
my first book of poetry comes out next month.
I'm excited about it!
22.sep.2008 03:57
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26.mrt.2008 17:36
your colors
of red and yellow
induce the urge
in me
to drink a lottttt
of redbull.
keep up the good work.
i couldnt ask for better inspiration
in slowly rotting out my body
13.mrt.2008 15:07
with sunshine island
cunt spends a decade or so
off his bollocks
going bananas on sunshine island
cunt lives the life
easy money
easy everything
cunt gets call from past
mothers taken ill
cunt returns to england
watches mother
who he's not seen for over ten years
die a horrible
cancer of the brain death
cunt gets job in big department store
promises himself he'll do it for two years
cunt doesnt miss a day
isnt late once
cunt says no to offers of sex
from more married woman in there
than there are cocks in wine bars
cunt has breakdown alone
wont seek help
even pick up the phone
cunt cant do doctors
cunt finishes his two years
fucks off
back to sunshine island
out of season
up in the hills
cunt shouts at trees
talks to bastard dogs
cunt finds therapy in poetry
cunt becomes a poet
returns to england
cunt wont get a job
no
he's done that
cunt cant sign on
cos
he'd feel an even bigger cunt
than he does now if he did
cunts down to his last few grand
cunts fucking off
back to sunshine island soon
cunt asks himself why
cunt answers why not
then shouts
WHY FUCKING NOT
many thanks Red Fez...good too know you xxx
25.feb.2008 02:33
Congrats on Issue #17.
And have a great week!
Yours,
Cicily
21.feb.2008 02:53
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Good Health, Peace, Love, and Joy!
Judy