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Koogmo #9


In this issue:

* Incredible Inquiry’s Al Fry reminisces about antediluvian minerals in the Nevada desert.

* Vikon Joe’s strange encounters with his friendly neighborhood mailman.

* Channeled wisdom from the Paul Solomon Source Readings.

* Letters and poetry from prisoners

* (Much, much more! So much more, I’m surprised it hasn’t already been mentioned on the evening news!)

20 pages (full-size, 8.5×11)


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Plano, TX 75086

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Xerography Debt reviews Koogmo #2

Googled my zine and came across an old review of Koogmo #2 from fours years ago. It was written up in Xerography Debt #32 by one of my zinester friends, Ken Bausert, who is a fine writer and prolific zine publisher in his own right (see: the Ken Bausert Chronicles).

I remember receiving a note from him a few years back telling me he’d written up a review of one of my issues, and then I promptly forgot about it. I’m one of those kinds of writers where once I’ve written a thing, that thing is purged from my system, released into the world, and I no longer feel any attachment to it. Like a note played on an electric guitar in a stadium in front of 60,000 intoxicated people. Like someone who died and has passed to the other side who, although recalling his previously life fondly and with amusement, knows he must move on to other things. This is how I feel about things I write. Just let it go. More words will come.

But it’s nice to see someone praise your work. Even though I don’t recall what I had written. I think I’ve got an extra copy in the file cabinet. Maybe I’ll re-read it.

Thanks, Ken! And if you ever get around to seeing this on the great wide web of the Internet….yes, I am still writing and I am still planning to release another issue of Koogmo. Just not sure when. I’ve put many words to the page since the last issue, but nothing particularly worthy of being published, I don’t think. But soon.

Onward!


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Koogmo #8

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At last….a year in the making (and not much to show for it!) — Koogmo #8 is upon you! Much apologies for the long delay (I’m almost tempted to call it a hiatus). Real life grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and kicked the shit outta me in the sordid back alleys of bad karma, bad luck, and bad living. That particular story has yet to be told. Maybe later. Perhaps never.

But rest assured, I’m always in the background pounding away on typewriters and scribbling on notepads, endeavoring to bring you the finest bullshit writing this side of the LBJ Freeway.

Onward!


In this issue:

* More flea market stories

* That time I tried to quit my job

* One-act play on solitary confinement (written by a former prison inmate)

18 pages (full-size, 8.5×11)


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Broken Pencil reviews Koogmo #6

The fine folks at Broken Pencil have reviewed Koogmo #6. (Thanks, Joshua!)

“Contributors include prisoners in Utah, Nevada, Pennsylvania and Texas, plus one excellent article by a woman not in prison (identified only by her Twitter handle: @lolotehe) on the misery of working only one day at a 7-11.

“The inmates’ contributions range from intense to uncomfortable, the latter exemplified by one man’s tale of glimpsing a ‘glamorous beauty’ – another prisoner’s visitor — during a visitation with his mom and then masturbating later in the shower. Much more intriguing are the pieces by Coyote Sheff that explode with righteous indignation. Sheff lists an affiliation with the Anarchist Black Cross, and seethes over institutional oppression and the injustice of being confined to solitary for having ‘too much influence over the other prisoners.’ These pieces come pasted in stark contrast alongside women’s magazine clippings: department store fashions posed on the beach, Suze Orman, and so on.”

(Read more here.)

Which reminds me….I really need to get working on #8 and get that out the door. Been sitting on it for too long….