The Literary Burlesque

I lay all the blame on a story I wrote in grape juice concentrate on a sheet of corrugated tin beneath the baking Arizona sun.

Up for a spectacle of the random and bizarre?  Then grab your binoculars and settle into a nosebleed seat at The Literary Burlesque.  I’ve had a story accepted by this whirling kaleidoscope, entitled “My One Sided War with the Editor, or How I Learned to Love My Weight”.  You can read it here.

Hope you enjoy!