The Salmagundi – Author Spotlight

May 7, 2014 by

 

We’re highlighting two authors, who couldn’t be more different from each other.  Just to give you a little taste of the diversity in The Salmagundi. 

Donald George Losey came to us through our submission call out with “They Saved Hitler’s Brain!”  We published it here on Old 67 back in September of last year.  It’s hallucinogenic, subversive and absurd, wrapped up neatly in it’s noir delivery.  I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but I knew I liked it and I knew I wanted to read more from Don.  I’m glad for that, the three pieces he submitted for the Salmagundi are every bit as weird and wonderful.  Each piece is different from the other while still remaining very clearly Don, whether it’s the aftermath of a breakup with an Alchemist, a strange night out in Philly or the retelling of a certain dinosaur movie.

Expect more to come from Donald and 67 Press.

Jim Doering also came to us through our call out.  He published his first collection of short stories, Sacred and Profane: and other stories, earlier this year and has been a top seller in that format on Amazon since it’s release.  Jim’s stories capture the south in all of it’s glory and sadness in a way that truly hit’s home for those of us who grow up here.  In addition to his wonderful writing, Jim has become a true friend to 67 Press, offering both his time and his advice at the drop of a hat.  His two stories are in The Salmagundi are also published in The Sacred and Profane, and are great reasons to buy both our book and his!

We’re happy he’s part of this book and are excited to work with him again in the future.

Donald George Losey was born in North Carolina in 1988. He has appeared on www.old67.com.

The Alchemist

“No one wants you to do the things you’re doing,” she said, arms crossed, leaning against his porch railing. He nodded, thinking that if she’d known the plank supporting her had been only a twig three months ago she wouldn’t have been so condescending. But then again, it probably wouldn’t matter. Everything he did was eclipsed by the crocodiles. He lit a cigarette with a match that had once been a toothpick. As he smoked he tapped his thumb restlessly against the filter. It almost made her smile; he never could stay completely still.

Let’s Go Tigers

I went outside for a cigarette. I didn’t really want one all that badly, mostly I wanted to play in the rain. No one was outside which was very unusual since it was center city which always has at least one person wandering around all the time. So I took off my shoes and walked around the block while smoking. Still no one. I unzipped my pants and pulled my penis out which I thought was kind of funny at first and also really cool because I never thought I’d get the chance to walk around Philadelphia with my genitals outside of my pants but it felt hollow and ultimately boring somehow so I also pulled out my testicles and felt a little better.

Jim Doering’s stories have been featured in Meat For Tea Magazine, Mad Scientist Journal and Kansas City Parent Magazine. His short story collection, Sacred and Profane, was released in February, 2014. He lives in Kansas City. His email is jimdoeringwriter@yahoo.com

Jake and Leroy Had a Fight

Leroy turned and gave one last look to the fella who’d been his best friend since second grade and shrugged his shoulders. Then he threw open the spring-closed screen door and went inside. By the time it slammed loudly behind him, he was already at the beaten-up bar, slinging down the lukewarm dregs of his Jack and Coke. He signaled the barkeep and yelled at him, “Gimme a double and keep ‘em comin’.”

Jake waited outside, wondering if Leroy would dare come back. When he figured everything was said and done, he walked around the shabby building to the front lot, where his rusty, two-toned, ’71 Chevy pick-up was parked. The night was warm; the air moist and heavy. Jake took off his sweat-stained trucker’s hat and flipped it through the open window. The hat landed on the grey cloth-covered bench seat and he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, wondering what in the hell he was gonna do. Sweat and maybe a little something else clouded his vision. The old truck door groaned in agony as he got in. Jake was angry and confused. He knew he had to get home, but he had no idea what he’d do when he got there.

Days For the Rain

It started out a sunny autumn day, which meant I got to walk in the garden. White and lavender crocuses grow where the path turns toward a small pond.Miss Anderson walked with me one day and said, “You know, Kayla, when crocuses grow at Easter, they represent Christ on the cross coming back from the dead for your sins and mine.” I’d like to believe her, except I don’t know if she has any real sins at all. She’s nice to me, and listens when I want to talk. I’ve never heard her say a bad thing about anybody, or seen her do anything mean to them either. I have my sins all right, but I’m keeping them to myself.

We’ll be back Friday with more excerpts, stay tuned!

 

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