“Chapel Perilous, New York”

So thrilled that my story “Chapel Perilous, New York” is in the new issue of my favorite literary zine, EXCUSE ME. I’m always excited to see what kind of dark, irreverent weirdness that each issue of EXCUSE ME has in store, and this one’s the best yet.

Many thanks to editor Eric Henderson for including my story, and for writing such a cool & flattering intro for it. To read the whole thing, alongside a bunch more awesome fiction, poetry, and art, go to http://franticflicker.com/ and grab a digital copy for a very good price.

“More Felicitous” and the Launch of Fuck You, Next

A new publication just launched yesterday, courtesy of my old Strand friends Visola Wurzer and Eric Cintron. It’s called Fuck You, Next and it’s all about how we’re trying to thrive in this mad world.

I wrote a poem about the subject called “More Felicitous” (hat tip to Radiohead’s “Fitter Happier,” and Sheldon Kopp’s “An Eschatological Laundry List”). I’m thrilled to have it in FUN’s first issue alongside superb contributions by brilliant folks like Gregory Crosby, Abigail Welhouse, Jeff Laughlin, and more. First stanza of my poem is below; read it in its entirety in FUN’s first issue: http://fuckyounext.com/

I Ain’t Got Much, But I’m Giving All I Got

I haven’t put out any records in a long time, so here’s one I’ve been working on, gradually, in bits and pieces, when the baby’s been asleep or during other fleeting moments of leisure time over the past six months or so. I hope you dig it at least a little.

  • “Joe Rosewater” is a stage name I’ve used as a musician since around 2004.
  • The sound at the beginning of the first track is my daughter’s heartbeat in utero, the night before she was born.
  • My daughter also helped me play tambourine on these recordings. But the guitars, drums, keyboards, vocals, and songwriting are all me.

Trans Anthems: Why Aren’t They More Popular? And Does It Matter?

I wrote a thing for Culturico about the connection between music & trans rights, and how an Ezra Furman song changed my life.

The rights of trans people have been a hot topic lately. Yet while music played a significant role in the civil rights movements of women, gays, and Black Americans, there haven’t exactly been any songs about the struggles of trans people that have captured hearts or climbed the charts. There’s no simple answer as to why that’s the case. But what’s more important is that trans musicians continue to be seen and heard, regardless of the messages in their songs.

Read the whole piece here: https://culturico.com/2021/08/11/trans-anthems-why-arent-they-more-popular-and-does-it-really-matter/

Dr. Frank Approximately : The Works of Frank Portman

Originally written for a class on Young Adult Literature in my library science school at Rutgers.


If we were to compare YA lit to rock & roll, The Catcher in the Rye’s Holden Caulfield would arguably be its Elvis Presley: the charismatic young rebel whose restless, hormonal angst resonated so profoundly with American postwar teens that any history of the genre would absolutely have to include him at some early and pivotal point.

Tom Henderson, the narrator of Frank Portman’s 2006 novel King Dork and its 2014 sequel King Dork Approximately, thinks The Catcher in the Rye sucks. Plus, he’s ever eager to tell you why he thinks everyone who loves that overrated book is a dumb hypocrite. He’s a lot like a late-seventies punk rocker. He’s a sardonic & antisocial misfit, though not violently so; he’d far more likely be the victim of a senseless beating than the instigator. Because, you see, he’s also like a sensitive and cerebral kind of late-seventies punk rocker, the kind who prefers wryly subversive songs of alienation & romantic dysfunction over righteous, riotous protest anthems. 

In fact, Tom’s not just a punk rocker for the purposes of our YA / rock and roll analogy. He actually sort of is one, even though his story starts in 1999 during his sophomore year of high school. Like so many sardonic & antisocial misfits, his weapon of choice in the rebellion against the conjoined-twin evils of conformity and cruelty is the power of rock and roll. He talks about it to an obsessive degree, and plays in a punk-spirited rock band with his best friend, Sam Hellerman– that is, when he’s not obsessively thinking about girls, or obsessively trying to solve the mystery of his dad’s suspicious death. 

In our extended YA / rock and roll analogy, Tom Henderson may not have a match quite as congruent as Holden / Elvis.  (Granted, the histories of these two artforms, despite being geared toward the same age group, have rarely been congruent, each one ebbing and flowing to its own rhythms. So it’s hard to find many congruent pairings at all beyond Holden / Elvis. For example, the rock and roll equivalent of the Harry Potter series, which brought fanatic mania and blockbuster fantasy to YA lit at the turn of the 21st century, would probably be the so-called “British Invasion” that began with The Beatles in the ‘60s and ended with Led Zeppelin in the ‘70s.) You might say Tom is a bit like another Elvis (Costello), a bit like Joey Ramone, a bit like Pete Shelley of The Buzzcocks, and a bit like Dan Treacy of The Television Personalities

If you’re familiar with any of those names, you might know that numerous histories of rock and roll have been written with little or no mention of them. But any such history that does include the likes of them is going to be way more interesting and kick way more ass than those that don’t. 

The same could be said about YA lit and Tom “King Dork” Henderson. For that matter, the same could be said of YA lit and Frank Portman himself, who also created a timelessly archetypal yet fascinatingly unique teenage character in the eponymous protagonist of 2009’s Andromeda Klein. (Andromeda Klein, however, has no rock and roll counterpart, though not because she’s unworthy of one. It’s more like rock and roll isn’t worthy of her. Like Tom, Andromeda is a precocious and introspective outcast obsessed with investigating the life and untimely death of a departed love one– in this case, her dear friend Daisy who died of leukemia. But Andromeda’s pet preoccupation is occultism, not rock and roll. She copes with the chaotic iniquities of the universe by casting spells and reading Tarot cards, she idolizes dead magicians like they’re rock stars, and she can’t stand any music that isn’t by 14th-century ars nova composer Guillame de Machaut.) 

And of course, if we wanted to find the perfect rock and roll counterpart to YA author Frank Portman, it would have to be none other than Frank “Dr. Frank” Portman, from a little band called The Mr. T Experience.

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Well, How Did I Get Here?

It all just kind of happened. In a way, it’s been happening my whole life, long before I was even aware it was happening. Then once I was finally aware it was happening, it continued to happen very slowly. Lately it’s been happening much more quickly, and though it will continue happening indefinitely, most of it has already happened.

Left: One of my last moments with short hair and a beard, Summer 2015; Right: On my way to work at the public library, October 2020

I’m referring to my transition from someone you’d typically call a boy or a guy or a man toward someone a lot more feminine. I may not necessarily be someone you’d call a girl or a lady or a woman either, but I’m certainly closer to that end of the spectrum. You could call me trans because I don’t feel like I belong to the gender that typically goes with my biological sex. (You can still call me dude because I still feel like one, and because I’m all for the Broad City-style expansion of dude into a gender-neutral term of endearment.)

And of course, you can still call me Joe, which I have always preferred 1000% over Joseph. All my official documents still call me Joseph and I can live with that, mainly because I don’t need the hassle of all that paperwork. It’s hard enough for me to deal with filling out “Change of Address” forms.

The pronouns that fit me best are they, them, their, etc. Please don’t beat yourself up if it takes a while for you to get used to that. I still forget from time to time, on the rare occasion that I need to refer to myself in the third person. All I ask is that you try to remember and respect that. If you do, however, actively refuse to respect that, then please, by all means, beat yourself up.

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Mutant Eternity

Vinyl Record GIF by Laurène Boglio

For the latest issue of ➰➰➰ (aka Many Loops), I reviewed Mutant Eternity, a highly addictive album that remixes itself with each new spin:

In all my years of listening to and writing about music, I never thought I’d declare something as hyperbolic as this, but if I could listen to only one album for the rest of my life, it would absolutely be Mutant Eternity. It’s basically a cheater’s choice. From what I can tell, Mutant Eternity is never the same album twice. I don’t mean this in a metaphorical way, like when Heracliltus said, “No person ever steps in the same stream twice, because it’s not the same stream or the same person” (although that’s somewhat true with all albums, because even if the music recorded on an album remains exactly the same, both we and the times are no longer the same when we listen to it later). I’m talking about an album that literally remixes itself every time you listen to it.

Read the entire review at Many Loops.

Once Upon Forever Changing Times in Hollywood

black and white rendering of Brad Pitt & Leonardo DiCaprio from the poster for Quentin Tarantino's ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD, surrounded by an intricate, brain-like maze
Illustration by Eric J Eckert

For the hot new issue of Many Loops (aka ), I wrote a thing called “Once Upon Forever Changing Times in Hollywood.” It’s sort of a mind-bending personal odyssey, wrapped in an examination of Quentin Tarantino’s cinematic war against the tyranny of history, wrapped in a half-finished movie review written 25 years in the future:

July 29, 2044

It must be nearly 50 years since I got my mind bent at the movies like that.

I just saw Once Upon a Time in Tennessee, the latest addition to the Quentin Tarantino Cinematic Universe. My expectations were modest, as they’ve been for all these films ever since Tarantino officially retired and sold his intellectual property to Sony. I’m always curious to see other filmmakers explore his world, employ his characters, and actualize his numerous unfinished ideas. But I’m also keen to remind myself that overabundant film franchises are bound to be inconsistent. (See also Marvel, DC, Star Wars, and Harry Potter, as the 2010s grinded along). As a result, I’ve been pleasantly surprised by stuff like The Vega Brothers and Killer Crow and Queen Medieval, and only mildly disappointed by stuff like Fox Force Five and The Adventures of Hangman Ruth and Jules Winnfield Walks the Earth.

Read the entire piece over at Many Loops.


A Mystery Wrapped in Faux Fur: A Review of Jessie Janeshek’s MADCAP

Queen Mob’s Tea House posted my rapturous review of MADCAP, the third full-length poetry collection by Jessie Janeshek which will be published this month by Stalking Horse Press.

Jessie Janeshek’s MADCAP (Stalking Horse Press, 2019) is a poetry collection with the soul of a surreal neo-noir film directed by David Lynch and starring Mae West as the hard-boiled detective. It’s a mystery wrapped in faux fur, wandering through a jagged and smoky past like it’s a hall of mercury-glass mirrors. It seeks clues to answer haunting existential questions about the eternal entanglement of beauty and violence. To track down leads, it conducts seances with the spirits of Old Hollywood starlets, their voices phasing in & out like staticky radio waves on West Virginia mountain roads, their sentences cut up & reassembled by the ghost of William S. Burroughs.

Read the full review at Queen Mob’s Tea House

Groundhog Days & Russian Dolls

The recursion-obsessed journal  (or “Many Loops”) just launched its 2nd issue and it’s even more mind-blowing than I could’ve expected. And I’m proud that it includes “Groundhog Days & Russian Dolls,” a thing I wrote about time-loops, simulation theory, mental health, Natasha Lyonne, and more…

It’s not exactly breaking news that we may well be living in a computer simulation. If the number of computer-simulated worlds that’ve been created is increasing exponentially toward infinity, so the logic goes, we’re probably already inside one.

But just because a scenario is highly probable doesn’t mean it’s easy to accept as reality. I get it. I have a hard time accepting this idea myself. The logic seems retroactive. Besides, reality usually feels too real to be fake, even when it feels too fake to be real.

Of course, logic can be illogical in a simulation. In a simulation, time can flow in all kinds of directions. And if fake reality were the only kind of reality we’ve ever known, how would we tell the difference between real reality and fake reality—if there even was a difference?

Click here to read the whole thing on Many Loops’ website…