Tag Archives: Chad Redden

Collaborative Issue of Red Lightbulbs

6 Dec

Been meaning to go Whoop around here about the new issue of red lightbulbs a good chunk of time now. Jammed volume of collaborative pieces right there. I love how it shows the true diversity of collaborative writing, how it happens nowadays, the internet and ease of back-and-forth, etc. Over the head of that is how straight up good the writing is. Somebody enjoy this with me!

from “Blackbird” by RL Goldberg and Jonas Q

she sits on her knees and the three men stand over her and try to be the first one to finish in her open mouth. one man squirts in tiny fast springs across her chin. the other two still are working on it. she looks like a baby bird, you can see right down her throat, and she’s waiting, as if waiting for her mother to bring her a worm, or a snake, or something that will nourish her until she is able to jump from the nest herself—jump and find new ways to feed.

from “[Excerpt From Twitter Novel]” by Jackson Nieuwland and Matt Margo

tiny tongues sprout from my skin like hair that tangles. they tie themselves together, tasting each other’s ooze. i try to ignore the sensation and make sense of it but my brain is now a gaping maw: empty, starving, swallowing itself. i stumble from my home in search of __________. my eyes gnash their teeth at passersby and I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GO. DENTIST? DOCTOR? COLLEGE? GRAVEYARD? my thoughts grow mouths and swallow each other.

“We Are Over The Spaces Touching” by Carrie Lorig and Chad Redden (You just gotta see this cool thing!)

Seriously, this whole issue is one firework show of stellar collaborative writing. Check it out! 

“Witches” by Chad Redden

17 Jul

I don’t want to say too much about this gorgeous thing from Chad Redden before you read it, so please, go stare for several minutes and feel a choir of WOAH echo-swelling in you.  Thank goodness to UP for sharing this magic.

SSM: “Invisible Girlfriend” by Chad Redden

29 May

It seems I’m enamored with these stories of relationships maintained through the use of notes, of relationships in different dimensions, of relationships. For awhile, Britt and I left post-it notes around the house for each other, reminding each other why we like the other. I keep a few of hers above my desk where I don’t really write anymore. I don’t really write at my desk anymore. Our office is cluttered space. I can’t concentrate.

This morning, Britt made the best chocolate chip pancakes I’ve ever had in my life. I ate them. I swallowed them down. I put on shorts and gloves and shoes and went outside. I pulled weeds for hours. I mowed the lawn. I sprayed weed killer on weeds growing up through cracks in our driveway. It’s amazing how resilient weeds can be. It’s amazing how resilient we can be.

She’s turned invisible and leaves a trail of post it notes telling me that she is in the room with me. OVER HERE. Maybe she is not invisible. Maybe she is five minutes ahead of me.PICK UP MORE CAT FOOD. Or maybe I am five minutes behind her. She wrote a note in kitchen above the sink. It read HERE I AM. I spread out my hands and tried to find her, but the air was empty.

Read the full story at DOGZPLOT.