Interview with Prick of the Spindle

I must apologise for the fact that I haven’t complained about New York recently. I really, really should. (Fave-sie, choicest morsels will be served up at a later date. Hush thy squawking, Grimalkin. Soon. Soon.) Perhaps it reflects the fact that the peristaltic digestion process is, more or less, complete. That does not mean, by any means, accommodation or acquiescence.  I am not Sting sipping Lapsang Suchong, nor shall be. (I am an Irishman drinking bad decaff.) Lack of ranting simply means that I have lived here now for three and a half years, and one cannot rant forever. Though I may have been digested, I have not yet been broken down. (Never! We shall always fight the Beast!) In the  meanwhile, here is a link to an interview I did recently with literary journal Prick of the Spindle. (Great name.) There are few things more fun than talking about yourself with, of course, the smoke screen of literary matters to clothe the naked, diseased ego. And, here too the review of Waiting for Saint Brendan in the same issue.


(Random pic depicting subway witch post fit of F Train rush hour rage.)

Cover of Joseph Delaney’s I Am Grimalkin (Wardstone Chronicles

/ The Last Apprentice Book 9), published by the Bodley Head.

Emily Toder, Anthony Carelli and Me To Read at Babo’s Books

Well, I’ve reneged on my previous promise that this wouldn’t be a literary blog (“This has still not quite become an “author” or “authorly” blog, and are we not better off that way?”) That didn’t take long. But, rest assured, another complain-y, and hopefully humourous, post about New York is brewing. I am also about to host a conversation with NYC residents (some writers, some not) about their pet peeves, trade-offs, methods of de-stressing, points of contention, and inspiration, about living in apartments the size of midwestern bathrooms.

So: this coming Thursday, I will be reading at Windsor Terrace’s own Babo’s Books, a delightful bookstore that was dubbed “Best Used Bookstore” in Brooklyn by L Magazine.

Emily Toder, Anthony Carelli, and David McLoghlin Read!
Emily Toder, Anthony Carelli, and David McLoghlin Read!

Here are the deets. It’ll be a treat.

Thursday March 28th March, 8:30pm – 9:30pm

Babo’s Books, 242 Prospect Park West, Brooklyn, NY 11215.

Directions: Take F/G to 15th St / Prospect Park West

Come here us read from our first full collections of poetry. Signed copies will be available for purchase. Refreshments served!

Anthony Carelli is a Wisconsin-born poet who lives in Brooklyn. Until his debut collection, “Carnations”, was published by Princeton University Press, he was a familiar face at Dub Pies in Windsor Terrace. He was a 2011-2012 Hodder Fellow at Princeton. He has also been published in The New Yorker. He now teaches at NYU.

Emily Toder is the author of the chapbooks Brushes With (Tarpaulin Sky Press, 2010) and I Hear a Boat (Duets Books, 2010). A graduate of the MFA Program for Poets and Writers at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst, she also holds master’s degrees in literary translation and library science. She lives in Northampton, Massachusetts, where she writes, translates, and works in a university archives.

David McLoghlin is from Dublin, Ireland. As an MFA student at NYU, he was the co-International Editor of Washington Square. His debut collection “Waiting for Saint Brendan and Other Poems”, was published in 2012 by Salmon Poetry (Cliffs of Moher, Co. Clare, Ireland). His poems and prose have been widely published in Ireland. He has work forthcoming in The Hopkins Review. He blogs at and lives in Windsor Terrace.