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High, West, and Crooked

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cross-posted from Fried Chicken and Coffee

That's how I feel right now after trying to manage my time in the last few days since I found out my chapbook Broke was going to be published (and quickly) by Didi Menendez and MiPoesias, the same folks that brought you Redneck Poems. That great news, combined with the home situation in which my wife is working ever more hours as the B&N gears up for Christmas, and the kids needing what kids need, like, uh, food, homework, interesting things to play with, and not so much TV, has given me a pain I'm just now wending my way out of. Having two books to promote at the same time is not ideal, but I'm not bitching, either. I am capital G grateful to Didi Menendez for seeing fit to pub this chapbook. And in keeping with this, here are all the links for purchase and/or download.

Here's how you can order or download Broke:

To get a print edition of Broke, please see magcloud.com:
http://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/286157

To get the Kindle edition see amazon.com:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/005YDVX3G (link not yet live)

To get the Epub version see bn.com
(link not yet live)

To get the free (!) editions, visit:

Issuu:
http://issuu.com/didimenendez/docs/broke

Scribd
http://www.scribd.com/fullscreen/69723727
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  1. JohnFebruary 2, 2012 at 5:12 AM

    This blog is great source of information which is very useful for me. Thank you very much.

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