Mom steps away from the CD player and as the music spins to life I think: Oh fuck me, please no. It’s Michael Bolton’s cover of “When a Man Loves a Woman,” from the world’s most undeserving greatest hits collection . . .
See what Swing author Miasha has to say about her latest novella, what’s next for her, and what to buy her if you meet her at a bar.
This Wednesday, May 14, Extreme Kids & Crew honors Drawing Autism editor Jill Mullin—winner of an inaugural Felix Award in Art—at their Second Annual Gala Celebration, 8pm, Littlefield, 622 Degraw Street, Brooklyn.
Green Lake in the hour before dawn: Seattle’s beautiful, teeming dark heart, its still surface broken only by the skittering of hundreds of phosphorescent coot feet, its quiet violated only by the self-conscious chatter of female walkers seeking fitness in cautious herds, or the indigestive squawk of a disturbed heron. A headlamped solitary jogger, disappearing into pools of darkness along the intermittently lit trail, then reappearing triumphant, steeled herself for the prolonged period of darkness that awaited her at the lake’s poorly illuminated southern end . . .
Throughout April, we featured selections of the art that has been submitted to us, all created by people diagnosed with autism. We’re pleased to share last round of art today, provided by the Morgan Autism Center in San Jose, CA!
In this Akashic In Good Company feature, we’re pleased to highlight the work of nonprofit organization Library For All, with whom we’ve partnered to bring books and educational materials to students in developing countries.
May is publication month for three new releases from Infamous Books: Swing by Miasha, The White House by JaQuavis Coleman, and Black Lotus by K’wan. We’ve asked each of these authors to answer some rapid-fire questions about their novellas and themselves. Today, see what K’wan has to say about Black Lotus, what’s next for him, and what to buy him if you meet him at a bar.
They were lying about the weight. Flip worked at the New York Racing Association, and he heard: Fredo here, Maximiliano there, five pounds here, even ten there. They were heavier than their declared weights. And if you knew the real numbers the jockeys were weighing in at, you knew the lighter. The honest jockey had a better chance at winning. Better than better. Flip had been watching all summer from opening day up to the Travers, and he’d been right on the money every time . . .