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William Penrod lives in a basement in Hammond, Indiana. He’s had work in Paris Review, The North American Review, Gallery, and Cavalier.
i keep sending query letters to publishers and agents and hatcheck girls, but nary a reply do i get. i pray for a reply every night: just tell me to go shit in my hat, i pray. then i’ll know that my stuff has at least been delivered.
July 1995And now I know that He wants me to try to write a book again and that this time I’ll succeed.
July 1995His renewal began with the appearance of that most despised of all the midnight messengers, THE COSELL, and the anguished realization of that most dreadful day’s certain coming.
June 1990When Lana left I still kept on talking to Him every day.
He was never IN when I did but I was able to get a lot of information about Him from the Fiery Finger that appeared and wrote on the wall of my cell.
April 1989Has something we published moved you? Fired you up? Did we miss the mark? We’d love to hear about it.
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