The first issue of The Ampersand Review has come out.


Look at that cover. It's big, purple, and screams a warning that action words are housed within the binding.

I have a story in this virgin edition called "God vs. Player D". In this story a cat dies. At first people get mad about the little fur ball's death, then they get happy, then a whole population gets patriotic and religious over the cat's demise, and then people get sad again. This cat's death is very complicated I must say.

If you buy a copy I'll come over to your place of residence and we can play 7 Minutes In Heaven together, just the two of us. In your closet we can be sexual together, we can tell each other our deepest darkest secrets (mine involves a cornfield!). You can tell me the story about how you hit a hobo one night while bolting out vehicularly of a diner, or we can share the password hints and answers to our digital lives.


We can also just sit in the closet, fo course being joined by a light, and just read parts of The Ampersand together, which has some great writing in it. Andrew Borgstrom has a great piece in it, Christine Ohara Hale has some wonderful words, and J Bradly has a poem that could be used as a proposal speech to be pitched while at a Dave Mathews' concert.


The Ampersand could make a great secret Santa gift, if a literary blind exchange ever existed. Oh, look it does. Thank you, internet!

Update: God vs. Player D is on The Ampersand's website in text form.