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POST WHERE I TRY TO REMEMBER A BUNCH OF PEOPLE/THINGYS FROM 2011 AND FAIL BECAUSE MY BRAIN IS FULL OF HOLES

2011-12-31T18:21:00.000-08:00

It's a blog, why should I limit a list to a top 5 or 10?

Next year, I'll try to keep tabs on things as they happen.
Next year, I'll forget to keep tabs on things as they happen.

Wish I could remember more, but I need what is left of my brain for Simpson's quotes.

Anyhow.

No order.
Things that made 2011 pretty alright okay even though it was mehish, but I think everything is mehish.

Mark Cobley for believing in and putting out an uneven and very confusing echap of mine.
Plain Wrap for taking Thursday after a lot of rejections and before I gave up and almost self-published. Oh and Animals too.
The bats flying around the Washington Monument at 4 am in August shortly before a hurricane.
The Trees The Trees by Heather Christle. I read it a couple times a week.
Gregory Sherl for being really cool and doing me huge favors and his status updates about X-files and Felicity. Oh and Heavy Petting too.
Nyan Cat
Spotify. nonstop.
Netflix for ALL the Star Trek. nonstop. Peep Show too.
My son. even though he is a jock and speaks only in sports stats. he's a good dude. he treats me well.
My nephew. babies are pretty alright okay if they are quiet and think you are funny.
David Tomaloff for a lot of things. too many things. nonstop.
J. Bradley for taking over on fiction. making me feel unproductive as a writer. his parts of NOUNS OF ASSEMBLAGE rocked so hard. bats. nonstop
Diana Salier for taking over on poetry. fuck, you read this right? she is very funny and i like her energy when i get it in email/ facebook message form.
a Jack in the Box in Indiana.
RUSS WOODS. dude has found my button. i look forward to working with him over a period of the future.
Meghan Lamb. she's doing rad stuff. nonstop. i think she hates me though.
shaking hands with the ocean again.
camping in the middle of a forest fire. cough cough.
Janey Smith! really cool phone calls. everything i read by Janey. Oh and Animals too.
Beach Sloth for digging NAP and blogging about it.
Mensah Demary for lots and lots of various tweets. other stuff too.
my new cat. even though he is white.
my old cat. even though he is dying.
my zoo pass. the many hours I have spent petting the dog sharks and talking to the flying foxes.

crap. other things. memory fading.
BRETT ELIZABETH JENKINS WHO IS A WONDERFUL WOMAN AND DOES TONS FOR ME AND WILL DO TONS FOR ME IN 20!2 AND YOU TOO. Also, I really like how she keeps stats of things. Rejections. Poems written. and her cat tumblr pics too.
Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! by Peter Davis

so much more.

more publications in 2011 than all years before.
not bad for a guy that submits one thing to one journal at a time.

NAP has been a fun experience. I have a few more years in me.

I will be less of a turtle in 2012.
I look forward to meeting many people at AWP.
I hope they don't rip out my eyes like I think most people will and why I don't leave my house.
I look forward to Thursday and whatever else I can put out in the next few years.
I look forward to the new time I will have to read all the wonderful books I bought this year.
No MFA program for 2012. I need that application money to eat right now. "2013. 2013. 2013." I repeat to myself.

Oh, very happy for my emails from peterbd. Seriously, just tag him in any blog post and your hits will go up like crazy. 90% of all people that read this blog come here because of peterbd.

many more people that did things for me that didn't realize they did things for me
I'll remember and thank them for that. 2012 will be about telling people that they are great. People need to hear they are great. People need to hear that they need to keep going.

Keep on,

Chad

Little Zoo on Untoward

2011-12-16T13:56:00.000-08:00

Omit needless words and shit. -- John Lennon at his Presidential Inauguration

New work on Red Lightbulbs

2011-11-10T13:50:00.000-08:00

I met Mr. & Mrs. Red Lightbulb last weekend. Also, their dog Greg too. The Red Lightbulb family put out the 5th issue of Red Lightbulbs. It contains many stars. Real balls of heat and fusion. Really hot balls of heat and fusion with a talent for the english language.

»DAY-GLO by Julia V Hendrickson
»TWO POEMS by Neila Mezynski
»FOUR POEMS by M.G. Martin
»GETTING A JOB: A POETIC TRILOGY by Mason Johnson
»TWO POEMS by Jeremy Bauer
»5 POEMS FROM CAN'T YOU JUST BE A KID WHO TORE THE SHELL OFF A TURTLE WITHOUT REALIZING ITS SPINE WAS CONNECTED? by Paul Hanson Clark
»FINGERPAINTING by Jackson Nieuwland
»THE SECOND MATRIX by Chris Moran
»CHECK YOUR HOUSE THOROUGHLY by Ryan Dilbert
»THE NEW GIRL by Dolan Morgan
»A MISER'S POCKET by Corey Mesler
»I WANT TO READ THAT JUAN RULFO YOU LOVE, THE BURNING PLAIN by Stephen Tully Dierks
»TWO POEMS by Howie Good
»LENO BARF by Matthew Novak
»MAGIC KINGDOM by Melissa Romo
»THE CARPET STAIN by Michael McCloskey
»AS YOUNG AS YOU REMEMBER by Mary Stone Dockery
»THE BURIAL by Alexis Pope
»PLATONIC by Gabrielle Hovendon
»TIM JONES-YELVINGTON IS A PRETTY LITTLE LIAR by Tim Jones-Yelvington
»THE NURSERY by Daniel Davis
»HE RUNS BECAUSE HE WANTS TO BE FAST by Matt Rowan
»ALL THESE SNOWFLAKES ARE EXACTLY ALIKE by Janey Smith
»HAM AND MANGOES by Danica Green
»THE DISSECTION OF THE HUMAN HEART by Roxane Gay
»ABNORMAL HABITS PROHIBITIVE by James Tadd Adcox w/ video by Meghan Lamb
»MODERN MAN by Andy Burkholder
»NINE PHOTOGRAPHS by Eleanor Leonne Bennett
»BABY OUT OF YOUR SHOULDERS by Jovial Jellyfish
»FOUR PAINTINGS by Jim Fuess

My story type thing "Roots" is in there too. I'd like you to read it, but whatever. We're all very busy people. I'll speed it up for you: A couple finds some roots. Shit happens.

Thursday

2011-10-20T10:44:00.000-07:00

Yes, it is true. Plain Wrap will publish a collection of poems each titled Thursday in a collection titled Thursday.

PeterBD reviewed my chapbook The Lesson of Furniture

2011-10-01T13:36:00.000-07:00

PeterBD emailed again today. He assembled an all-star review panel for The Lesson of Furniture.

The Lesson on Furniture

roundtable review of the chad reddin masterpiece

The Blinds

me: this was a great poem to start off with
christina applegate: it was cool. i dug it

After Discovering We Were Chewable

me: are you chewable? am i chewable? who exactly is chewable in today's society. makes ya think
chaka khan: after reading this i felt like i wanted a big ass bowl of mac & cheese. this is a positive thing

Let Forth Your Shuttlecocks on High
me: this was cool. i appreciate the way he used the word cloudmeal. proper using of cloudmeal in chapbooks
always makes me smile
peyton manning: lol @ shuttlecocks

Estrangement

me: made me feel nostalgic. appreciated the feel of this
al roker: don't think i'm qualified to critique poetry. i'm more of a weatherman. all in all i found this to be
fucking excellent though

Cabinets

me: there's so much going on in this one. i want to keep reading it to decipher all the messages hidden inside
sissy spacek: i agree. what intelligent yet cryptic prose. engaging and mystifying at the same time

Do You Still Have Your Acorn?

me: can't go wrong with acorns and chipmunks
the chipmunks: hell to the yeah!
alvin: i'm cutting back on my acorn intake you guys. dark skinned chipmunks have a higher percentage of
acorn related adult onset diabetes. my health is numero uno but i do love the tone of this poem chadwick

Cold-Cuts

me: nice
dave grohl: sweet

But We Have So Much Sky to Work With

me: one of my favorites. chad just doesn't know how to serve you typical, boring prose
aretha franklin: agreed. chad can serve me up more than prose any day of the week
me: i knew you was a freak aretha
aretha franklin: just keepin' it real lol

Only Days that End With Y

me: i think i can relate to this one the most. described my life to a t. good work
heather locklear: don't know why i was asked to review this but it was interesting nonetheless

Flat Head Syndrome

me: was this not supposed to make me laugh? i found this hilarious
oprah (aka god): lmfao, same here

Wandering Stars

me: i found this moody. i like moody sad poems.
shakira: quería escribir mi próximo álbum. escritura increíble bb

As Hawaiian Air flight 47 Attempts a Water Landing

me: there's like a billion things going on in this one. a billion brilliant things
pete dexter: i need to step my writing game the fuck up

On the Banks of the Wabash Valley Seismic Zone

me: how did he come up with this. greatness personified
jay z: what he said

Before Discovering We Were Chewable

me: i'm loving this chewable series
sonic the hedgehog: me too. though am i relevant enough to be critiquing chad's incredible writing?
me: not really. but for nostalgia purposes, you fit in quite nicely
sonic the hedgehog: score!

Anchors

me: there's alot of sexual undertones in these poems. sexual but not vulgar. that's a tough thing to do
dame judi dench: and he accomplished this task with the greatest of ease

Frowns in Heavenville

me: this was heartbreaking to me. was this suppose to be heartbreaking?
pinhead: i'm balling my eyes out at the beauty of this. i literally just can't right now....

Another Red Blessing Founded at the Post

me: another slam dunk
bill maher: it was. although i believe the tea party is doing a great disservice to the american public.
i mean come on, are u.s. citizens that mentally unstable to believe that these imbeciles are
progressive and have any interest in helping the common man? fuck no! i mean what the fuck, they're
all out for themselves. like it says in the constitution..(bill maher's mike has been cut off to save time.
to hear the rest of bill maher's rant please visit your choice of his many liberal agenda websites)

You Sent A Dream to Your Sister

me: this is the last one? i was just getting into it! this was one of my favorites as well. hahaha
i liked most of these. think this one was one of my favorite concepts though. you outdid yourself
prince chadwick
feist: what's chad's number?
aretha franklin: girl, i was just about to ask the same thing

The Lesson of Furniture was conceived by future New York Times best selling author: Chad Reddin it is advised that you read The Lesson of Furniture to improve your quality of life and to give you new perspectives on greatness if you choose not to read The Lesson of Furniture oprah winfrey will most likely make you and your loved ones disappear she is god after all.

Open publication - Free publishing - More chad redden

3 POEMS IN REVOLUTION HOUSE

2011-09-15T12:58:00.000-07:00

Read them here

A GIFT STORY FROM PETERBD99@GMAIL.COM

2011-09-10T13:53:00.000-07:00

This morning after reading a few bummer emails, I read a very mysterious email. It was a story. This story:

Once upon a time there was a princess, and she wanted a prince that would give her relevance in the game. though there was a deal breaker. he must be a real prince with good credit, have a sweet ride, and must not have any article of clothing that resembles ed hardy in his wardrobe.
this princess traveled to the likes of portland and the democratic republic of congo to find her man. there were a plethora of princes, but homegirl had a hard time figuring out if these dudes were legit. for example, a guy who claimed to be the prince of new york picked her up in 2003 ford focus. 'what the fuck is this shit?' the princess thought to herself as prince flavor flav drove her to white castle. nothing was going right. so at last she took her ass home, and was very depressed because finding a prince would mean she could not move out of her mom's sublet.

then one night hurricane irene decided she would fuck up everybody's weekend; it rained and poured and was over-hyped by american media; indeed anderson cooper went overboard that night with his predictions.

in the midst of the storm there was a loud banging at the front door, the princess wasn't gonna open it herself, so she sent her friend to open it. the princess wasn't really close to this friend because she slept with her ex boyfriend when the princess interned for nylon. the princess never quite forgave her so if said friend was kidnapped or harmed physically by the alleged sociopath who knocked at the door it would be her karma in the eyes of the princess.

instead of jeffery dahmer waiting at the door, it appeared to be what looked like a prince. his state was terrible but still bangable in the princesses eyes. kinda had that i'm dirty and filthy but will still be good in the sack kinda look. his clothes were very soaked and he looked like he had an arduous journey. this aside he finally proclaimed that he was a real prince named chadwick.

‘you gotta be fucking kidding me. this shit can't be true,’ thought the old queen, but she had the common sense to keep her mouth shut. her daughter hadn't paid rent in ages and even if he didn't turn out to be a real prince she'd be relieved to not have to pay her daughter's 'travel the world to find a prince on mom's dime' ticket anymore.
she made a mad dash into the bedroom and wikipedia'd his name but couldn't find anything. this chadwick guy is really good at the mystery thing she thought. too damn good. the queen then came up with a scheme that would make even bernie madoff blush. she removed all the sheets and placed a pea on the bedframe. the queen then stacked five hundred mattresses on top of the pea, and then five hundred feather beds on top of the mattresses. they had really high ceilings and an elevator that reached the top of the ceiling so the prince would have an easier process reaching his place of rest. he would catch some z's here for the night. at sunrise they would grill him like a dog making him explain in detail how he slept. this family aint no joke.

prince chadwick responded: 'it was fucking awful'.'i didn't sleep a wink! like what the fuck was in that bed? felt like i was lying on something hard. felt uncomfortable. felt shitty the whole night. felt like climbing down the mountain of mattresses. felt like a cretin cause i agreed to take an elevator up to my bed. felt sad. felt like going back to my childhood home and being in the comfort of my mother's arms. felt like moms are underappreciated. felt like your mom tried to sexually assault me but failed because ambien makes my sex drive interested in princesses only'. the queen gasped at this statement and tended to her delilahs. 'anyway' the prince said 'my body aches and is black and blue and whatnot'. when the prince uttered this important statement, the family realized at once that he was definitely a legit prince cause he felt the pea through the five hundred mattresses and twenty feather beds. nothing but a real g could recognize its presence while on a potent sleeping pill (and some ruffies the queen slipped in his mojito).

alas the princess married prince chadwick and she was now sure that she had finally been blessed with a real prince. the pea was put into a museum of famous peas where it still may be gazed at if the old queen hasn't pawned it for some rock (even the privileged can fall on hard times). prince chadwick and the princess now reside in a fortress you can't afford somewhere in the midwest.

True muthafucing story!

The story was based on my blogger bio. After some Google detective work I found that peterbd99 at gmail.com didn't have an identity and has sent a few stories/poems to other blog people I guess based on their blogs/bios.

I did find a little wordpress attached to the email: https://unemploymentisnotsexy.wordpress.com/

I guess over the summer peterbd99 was unemployed. I wonder if peterbd99 is employed now since the poems had a short run. I thought they were pretty awesome though like the story of Prince Chadwick.

Lesson of this blog post, a stranger made me feel better. So be a stranger sometime and make people feel better people.

UPDATE: I have been informed by Diana Sailer that DJ Berndt has complied the works of PeterPD: http://peterbd.tumblr.com/

POETRY BY EMILY DICKINSON

2011-09-04T17:37:00.000-07:00

THIS IS SCIENCE (and i helped)

REMIX BY murooned

TEXT BY puketown & me

SEE ALSO: A TRUE STORY

I love watching the remixes and texts and tweets that go through POETRY BY EMILY DICKINSON.

elimae

2011-09-01T12:28:00.000-07:00

Different Nectarines on elimae

(I'm really happy to have a poem that looks and feels like a poem on elimae because there are a ton ton ton ton ton of much better writers on there, every issue.)

I HIPPED AND/OR HOPPED

2011-08-26T20:45:00.000-07:00

AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A STAR FOX PARTY on HIP HOP HOORAY

I GIVE GOOD BLURB

2011-08-25T12:46:00.000-07:00

Phenom in the making, Diana Salier is the newest addition to the Red Ceilings Press family of chapbook bandits.
She will also be featured in the next issue of NAP that drops in around 21 days. Her echap is wikipedia says it will pass. You should read it. Don't believe me? Read my blurb. Diana asked me for a blurb. After I googled how to write a blurb I wrote a pretty damn good one.

Shortly after Al Gore liberated Jurassic Park he invented the internet. WSIWP realizes his dream of a sentient work that begs you to sign in and read it as soon as you get home from Zumba class because it has a list of all the happy, mundane, and heartbreaking things that happened while you were away.

I mean, how can you not want to read her poems after that? I put her work in context with the past (Jurassic Park) and current events (Zumba.) Huge stuff. Read it!

Don't forget to read the latest NAP CHAP by David Tomaloff.

Open publication - Free publishing - More chapbook

CHAPBOOK: The Lesson of Furniture

2011-08-10T09:00:00.000-07:00

Open publication - Free publishing - More chad redden

The Lesson of Furniture
August 2011
The Red Ceilings Press

The new Fix it Broken

2011-07-29T17:37:00.000-07:00

My story "The New Ghosts" is in the new issue of Fix it Broken.

But don't stop reading there! Work by Heather Fowler, xTx, Ben Tanzer, Cassandra Dunn, Sheldon Lee Compton, Brian Olui, Eric Beeny, Joe Kapitan, and Amy Bernhard.

New work on Dinosaur Bees

2011-07-14T01:14:00.000-07:00

I have a short piece up at Dinosaur Bees along with Steve Subrizi, a NAP contributor and author of the next NAP chapbook due this Friday, and the co-editor of red lightbulbs, Russ Woods. Plus a lot of people I don't know yet.

Yet.

PS. I shared my "writing area" with Brett Elizabeth Jenkins over at the Specter blog.

End of June Rundown

2011-06-30T17:10:00.000-07:00

After a busy start to summer I found time for a few publications this June.

See, hear and read me over at Poetry Landfill.

I helped keep things spooky at Phantom Kangaroo.

Then found a spot at the brand new Montunky Review.

I found time to put out the third issue of NAP which if somehow you made it to this site without seeing it, then go here. I fall in love with each issue a little more. Hope that continues into year two when I put out an issue every month along with a chapbook.

Now the rest of the summer will be spent on BIG projects. NAP projects and ME projects. Time to get myself of those chapbooks everyone I publish seems to have.

DOGZPLOT Publication

2011-05-28T15:16:00.000-07:00

"Invisible Girlfriend" is up on DOGZPLOT.

Read it and then everything else on that site.

PUBLICATION RUNDOWN

2011-05-19T13:47:00.000-07:00

Oh hey. I know, I'm just terrible at this blog thing. A few new publications lately.

Most recently the fine fine folks at Staccato have published "Spring Break '87."

The super amazing Red Lightbulbs published "Hyena."

Also, I was included in Thunderclap's National Poetry Month, Poem a Day feature.

Expect posts about work soon to appear on Poetry Landfill and DOGZPLOT.http://redlightbulbs.net/issue2/chadredden.html

New work on Venereal Kittens

2011-04-23T06:42:00.000-07:00

"We Discovered We Were Chewable"

New work on New Wave Vomit

2011-04-03T16:36:00.000-07:00

ITEM LISTING: 786 KOOL-AID PACKETS (USED)

by me has been published by New Wave Vomit.

There are a ton other great writers on that site so be sure to poke around.

NaPoWriMo

2011-04-03T10:12:00.000-07:00

I haven't written a poem in a while. Writing a poem a day sounds like the perfect thing for me to fail at. So far I am up to 14 titles of poems. The actual poems themselves will come later. Right now, I'm really into titles.

Here they are.

-POEM ABOUT EATING BREAD BUT FINDING A KEY INSIDE OF THE BREAD AND THEN WONDERING WHAT DOOR THE KEY OPENS OR LOCKS

-POEM ABOUT WANDERING INTO THE STREET WITHOUT SHOES

-POEM ABOUT LOOKING AT SHOES ON TELEPHONE WIRES AFTER WANDERING INTO THE STREET WITHOUT SHOES

-POEM ABOUT A DREAM IN WHICH YOU GO TO THE MALL BUILT INTO THE SIDE OF A MOUNTAIN AND IS SO LARGE YOU FORGET WHERE YOU PARKED BUT THEN FORGET ABOUT THE CAR, FIND A NICE GIRL AT THE PRETZEL STAND TO START A FAMILY WITH AND SETTLE DOWN IN THE BEDDING SECTION OF SEARS

-POEM ABOUT A DREAM IN WHICH THE CHILDREN YOU CREATED ASK YOU WHY YOU LIVE IN THE BEDDING SECTION OF SEARS

-UNTITLED

-POEM ABOUT POEM TITLES

-POEM ABOUT EYE TRAUMA OR EYE FRICTION

-BLIND POEM

-UNTITLED

-POEM ABOUT HOW GHOSTS WAKE YOU UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT TO PLAY SCRABBLE

-POEM ABOUT HOW GHOSTS CHEAT

"Composting" on Booth

2010-10-08T07:14:00.000-07:00

An old prose poem of mine found some new life and a website.

"Composting" is featured on Booth, The Butler University online/print magazine.

Read it here.