Monday, December 19, 2016

My flash nonfiction is featured over at The Gravity of the Thing

Check it out here

"We practiced, kissed each other’s sisters, smoked cigarettes stolen from the corner store, and had all-out fistfights to pass the time. And we hopped cars. Maybe those two mustachioed, blue-collar plumbers-turned-heroes—who looked so much like our fathers and uncles—were proof that we could win a princess or two, that being outsiders didn’t automatically make us the bad guys."

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

I'm Featured at the La Romita Webpage

This past summer (2016) La Romita piloted its first ever Residency with the willing cooperation of Carlo Matos, writer & poet. Carlo spent a productive week camped out on the veranda overlooking the pass to Spoleto and allowed us to interview him about the experience. Check it out Here.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

I Review Madeleine E. at Tupelo Quarterly

          Read it here


"Like Vertigo, each retelling or reframing of Madeleine E. leads always to deeper mystery rather than to clarity and resolution. It is a book that does not develop in any traditional sense but estranges. It is a work that seems to be in the midst of revision, as if it isn’t quite finished, as if it can never be finished. Sometimes revision is an act of cutting and compression; sometimes it is an act of expansion or rearranging, but then there are those works of art that grow only as you become increasingly estranged from them. The more Blackwell doubles and trebles his themes, his narratives, his allusions, the farther he gets from the narrative voice(s), the more we enjoy the experience."

Friday, August 19, 2016

New Essay at Queen Mob's Teahouse

Check out my rumination on roller derby The Quit and the Damned.

New jammers, on the other hand, are all enthusiasm, all top speed and full steam ahead. In their minds, they are already in a power jam scoring countless points as the other jammer sits helplessly in the penalty box. The reality, of course, is much more sobering. First they find fear—a sudden unreasonable desire to pass the starred panty (which marks them as it did Cain though their invulnerability is a dare not a warning) to anyone nearby even as they slip it on over their glassy phallic helmets.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Two New Poems at Up The Staircase Quarterly

Excerpt from #buckle

"like Liv Tyler in Italy
worrying Hope Sandoval’s bottom lip:
and aware you are watching." Go to UTSQ

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Rhino Reading

Sunday, July 17, 2016 | 4pm
Village Tap in Roscoe Village

Featured Readers
Esteban Colon
Timothy Cook
Nina Corwin
Al DeGenova
Marc Frazier
Katie Hartsock
Tim Hunt
Carlo Matos
Elizabeth O’Connell-Thompson
Ladan Osman
Marcia Pradzinski
Jen Schalliol
Bill Yarrow

Monday, May 23, 2016

New Review of Loon & Fiasco

Read Rachel Summerfield's review at Word Riot.

"Readers will fall in love with this book. Even in its strange and wonderfully unique format, it manages to end sort of like a classic comedy: 'Are you married, yet? If not, come find me.' We all secretly like this kind of cyclical bittersweetness in a book, expected or unexpected, or at least yearn for or seek some kind of definitive, satisfying ending. One of Loon & Fiasco’s defining pillars is its earnestness in the face of its structural coolness: 'Getting lost your whole life is exhausting and so uncool.'"

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

New Nonfiction

Check out my essay "Smells Like Teen Spirit" over at Queen Mob's Teahouse

"The bathrooms were not meant to be coed, but the sheer amount of puke splattered in shower and toilet stall alike often forced us to share the one shower that through sheer chance survived the previous night’s purge. Finding this shower was a challenge, like an early morning scavenger hunt made tedious by constant repetition. The math was nonlinear and the equations got away from us very quickly. Sean and I had a weekly pool in which we tried to predict which shower stall on which floor would survive the weekend unmolested. I learned a ton about statistical analysis that semester and about how difficult predictions are to make no matter how much data you have."

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Enter to Win a Free Copy of My New Book of Poems

Goodreads Book Giveaway

It's Best Not to Interrupt Her Experiments by Carlo Matos

It's Best Not to Interrupt Her Experiments

by Carlo Matos

Giveaway ends May 05, 2016.
See the giveaway details at Goodreads.
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Monday, March 21, 2016

My New Book Has Been Released

It’s Best Not to Interrupt Her Experiments
consists of a series of poems featuring women—some fictional, some nonfictional. There are bounty hunters, Battle Bots champs, werewolves, homunculi, escape artists, archers, and CIA bagwomen. Even Lucy, now an adult, attempts to come to terms with her systematic torturing of her childhood pal, Charlie Brown, and wonders why she never let him kick that football. And, of course, there are the scientists: Lise Meitner, Jane Goodall, Emilie du Chatelet, Mary Anning, and Caroline Herschel, to name a few. These are women who treat life as an experiment, who test their hypotheses carefully, who marvel at the often profound gap between theory and practice, and who conclude, finally, that a “blunderbuss or a bonefire /was no way to describe loving/the universe.”
--Portuguese-American Journal

Purchase at Amazon

Monday, March 14, 2016

Beautiful response to Loon & Fiasco at Goodreads

This is a great and sad book. Through a series of prose poems, flash fiction, binary coded messages and back and forth dialog with a robot, no matter what our protagonist, Johnny Sundays (aka Fiasco) does, he ends up alone. The sad part – this aloneness is a long losing battle – a lost year in a single day – or a day that lasts a year – however you interpret the opening “Groundhog Day” set up – separating from Linda was a day of great loss – complete with the disoriented feeling of "saudade" (from wiki “a word in Portuguese that claims no direct translation in English. It describes a deep emotional state of nostalgia or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves.”)

Even Johnny's interactions with the outside world are a losing battle. He sends gorgeously bizarre, coded text messages to Linda (aka Loon), who of course never responds. He has a fight at a burrito joint with a construction crew member who simply liked his “teal shirt.” And Johnny's rebound robot, Alice, will never be human.

Yes, there are sprinkles of dark humor – “Of course, a couple of nights earlier he had been seized by the equally powerful realization that while giving himself an enema, he had become the perfect water canon.” But those parts only make the sad parts sadder.

This must be what it is like to wake up alone in a foreign country. Surprisingly weird! Refreshingly awkward! Sobering. THE SECRET CORRESPONDENCE OF LOON & FIASCO is a wonderfully creative novella. Not to be missed!

--Susan Yount

Saturday, February 6, 2016