Stories & Beer | Iron Post | Sunday, December 5 | 4 p.m. | Free
I know you must be thinking that we just had one of these things, but as the end of the semester nears, we decided to throw one more together, you know, just for good measure. So this Sunday, eschew football for a few hours and stop on by the Iron Post to drink some beer while watching a mostly* talented group of local and visiting writers tell their tales.
Behold, this Sunday’s lineup:
UIUC MFAers Max Somers, Mike Don and Lindsey Drager and I will serve as the local readers. Note, this is Mike’s first time reading in public, so don’t be surprised if he pukes or has a grand mal seizure or something.
After that, we’re lucky enough to have two featured readers this time around
Editor of Pank, Roxane Gay. You can, and should, read her bio here.
From Artiface Magazine‘s website: James Tadd Adcox grew up in Raleigh, North Carolina. One of his earliest memories is walking with his mother to an ATM near a local grocery store when he was three years old. He recalls his mother pressing some buttons on the machine, then sliding open the plastic cover of what James Tadd Adcox now realizes would be the slot for deposits. Inside was an ice cream cone, which James Tadd Adcox’s mother removed and gave to her son. Of course, James Tadd Adcox now realizes that this could not have actually happened, and must have been a dream, or a reconstruction of something his three-year-old mind could not make sense of at the time. Nonetheless, to this day the event persists in his mind as a memory, and, whenever he thinks of it—for example, whenever he withdraws money from an ATM—there is a moment between the memory and his rational assessment of the memory, when the event described above seems perfectly natural.
*I’m reading from my little sister’s diary this time around, so I don’t count.