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The &Now Awards 3 Anthology piece out now

The &NOW AWARDS 3: The Best Innovative Writing 
edited by Megan Milks 

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Audible version of AMERICAN OUTLAWS

AMERICAN OUTLAWS is now available as an audiobook. I have review copies if anyone is interested in hearing it.

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Amy McGirk at Circuit12 Contemporary in Dallas

Amy McGirk is in a group show called HUMAN OCCULT POWERS at Circuit 12 Contemporary in Dallas

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News Mention in the GS Owl (Alumni Magazine for Columbia GS)

https://gs.columbia.edu/files/gs/The-Owl-2014-columbia-general-studies-alumni-magazine_1.pdf

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Amy McGirk featured on 108Contemporary

An interview with my wife, Amy McGirk on 108Contemporary’s website

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William Gibson Probes his Southern Roots

William Gibson is a magpie and a seer. His father poured concrete for the foundations of hidden military installations while he hoarded fragments of a future he hoped would scoop him from the sticks and deliver him a life worthy of his probing, greedy brain. Gibson moved to Canada to dodge the draft, became a grad student, then a writer—a cyberpunk, writing hard-boiled, media-savvy stuff that thumbed its nose at fat boring space operas starring silver-suited princelings.

 

 

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Beauty, Purpose, and Preservation

Contemporary art can be strange and frightening for the uninitiated…

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New Work in THIS LAND PRESS / Readings

BEAUTY AND PURPOSE: James McGirk traces the stylistic evolution of Native American art through the history of Bacone College. 

TAHLEQUAH WRITER’S CLUB: Guest speaker, 11/15/2014

BUMPKINITIS 12: Guest reader, 11/21/2014

NSU VISITING WRITR SERIES: opening reader for Luc Goebel, 12/05/2014

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Satan Comes to Oklahoma City

My ailing wife, Amy, had demanded that I take her to a Black Mass, a well-publicized one that would have meant aligning myself with Satan on local television. These people aren’t really Satanists, Amy explained. They’re blue-collar subculture types who’ve grown up and know their rights and want to thumb their noses at the judgy creeps who persecuted them growing up. Amy, who had seen more than her fair share of those creeps in her own youth, wanted to lend her support.

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Heavy Heart, Empty Heart

In 1963, back when it was still acceptable for poets to be openly, ferociously competitive, and Frank Lloyd Wright’s whorled Guggenheim Museum in Manhattan was still new and aesthetically suspect, the greatest poet of his day mounted the stage under Wright’s spiral ramp and inaugurated a reading series sponsored by the Academy of American Poets. Robert Lowell, a tall, elegant man of letters from an old New England family, read his own work to the crowd and then introduced a friend, “an underground poet still digging.” On cue, a stooped, heavily bearded, intoxicated man approached the lectern, and, in a peculiar, strangled voice, explained why it was proper for a trick-or-treating tot to use an expletive to curse the chairman of the First National Bank who’d dropped a polished apple into his sack and broke his cookie.