<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6843869714022629799</id><updated>2012-01-30T19:29:08.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigpen Prose</title><subtitle type='html'>FOR THOSE THAT LIKE IT DIRTY</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigpenprose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6843869714022629799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigpenprose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pigpen Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06923713628461019653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2-wZXkwXcI/TZkpnnPchRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ibBrXxcEtRc/s220/Photo%2B171.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6843869714022629799.post-9128544497895150077</id><published>2007-01-11T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:21:17.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bird Flies To God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jbCHQc48Qts/RacUpKP3ZdI/AAAAAAAAABg/bevOn_xoUBw/s1600-h/0595797547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jbCHQc48Qts/RacUpKP3ZdI/AAAAAAAAABg/bevOn_xoUBw/s200/0595797547.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019003007085798866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buckley Finch Wilder is a broken man. Injured in Korea, betrayed by his woman, his life is crumbling piece by piece. Hoping to start anew on the east coast, he leaves his shattered dreams behind and embarks on a horse-powered voyage across America. But two short days later misfortune tracks him down. He witnesses a car crash on a lonely stretch of Texas blacktop. Inside the wreckage he finds a man with a dying request-- deliver a briefcase to Shreveport by the following night. And so begins his harrowing journey of self-discovery. A pilgrimage into the seedy underworld of 1950's Louisiana; a place where nothing is as it seems and all of life's secrets are locked inside a single briefcase. This book is available at &lt;a href="http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&amp;isbn=0-595-35048-8"&gt;www.iuniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6843869714022629799-9128544497895150077?l=pigpenprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigpenprose.blogspot.com/feeds/9128544497895150077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6843869714022629799&amp;postID=9128544497895150077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6843869714022629799/posts/default/9128544497895150077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6843869714022629799/posts/default/9128544497895150077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigpenprose.blogspot.com/2007/01/bird-flies-to-god_184.html' title='The Bird Flies To God'/><author><name>Pigpen Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06923713628461019653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2-wZXkwXcI/TZkpnnPchRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ibBrXxcEtRc/s220/Photo%2B171.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jbCHQc48Qts/RacUpKP3ZdI/AAAAAAAAABg/bevOn_xoUBw/s72-c/0595797547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6843869714022629799.post-5244133400150754299</id><published>2007-01-11T20:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:19:14.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Elegant Barnyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbCHQc48Qts/RacUcqP3ZcI/AAAAAAAAABU/q2xd6v2sipA/s1600-h/5855-CURT-thumbnail.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbCHQc48Qts/RacUcqP3ZcI/AAAAAAAAABU/q2xd6v2sipA/s200/5855-CURT-thumbnail.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019002792337434050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard Steele is a young man with an insatiable appetite for life. Fresh out of highschool and with nothing weighing him down, he embarks on a wild and hillarious journey to find not only himself, but also the America he grew up believing in. This book is available at &lt;a href="http://www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.asp?bookid=12432"&gt;www.xlibris.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6843869714022629799-5244133400150754299?l=pigpenprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigpenprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5244133400150754299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6843869714022629799&amp;postID=5244133400150754299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6843869714022629799/posts/default/5244133400150754299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6843869714022629799/posts/default/5244133400150754299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigpenprose.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-elegant-barnyard_11.html' title='My Elegant Barnyard'/><author><name>Pigpen Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06923713628461019653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2-wZXkwXcI/TZkpnnPchRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ibBrXxcEtRc/s220/Photo%2B171.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jbCHQc48Qts/RacUcqP3ZcI/AAAAAAAAABU/q2xd6v2sipA/s72-c/5855-CURT-thumbnail.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6843869714022629799.post-6313022855251184366</id><published>2007-01-11T20:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:11:51.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Half-Life of Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbCHQc48Qts/RacUS6P3ZbI/AAAAAAAAABI/iP7IwIa7dLU/s1600-h/13723-CURT-thumbnail.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbCHQc48Qts/RacUS6P3ZbI/AAAAAAAAABI/iP7IwIa7dLU/s200/13723-CURT-thumbnail.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019002624833709490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school senior, Eric Hutchenson, decides to take mushrooms with his friends at a party. In doing so, he unknowingly opens a window in his mind, allowing him insight into the twisted heart of a stranger. As he struggles to decipher these sinister visions, he comes to understand that the window works both ways. Now, caught in a world of bloodshed and madness, confronted by the ghosts of his family's dark past, he is forced to hunt an unknown evil in the hopes of salvaging his sanity. This book is available at &lt;a href="http://www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.asp?bookid=13723"&gt;www.xlibris.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6843869714022629799-6313022855251184366?l=pigpenprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigpenprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6313022855251184366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6843869714022629799&amp;postID=6313022855251184366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6843869714022629799/posts/default/6313022855251184366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6843869714022629799/posts/default/6313022855251184366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigpenprose.blogspot.com/2007/01/half-life-of-hate_11.html' title='The Half-Life of Hate'/><author><name>Pigpen Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06923713628461019653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2-wZXkwXcI/TZkpnnPchRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ibBrXxcEtRc/s220/Photo%2B171.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jbCHQc48Qts/RacUS6P3ZbI/AAAAAAAAABI/iP7IwIa7dLU/s72-c/13723-CURT-thumbnail.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6843869714022629799.post-5825488867660005564</id><published>2007-01-11T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:30:08.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note To Self: Tie String Around Finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jbCHQc48Qts/RacShaP3ZYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_tsO05sa9co/s1600-h/20904-CURT-thumbnail.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jbCHQc48Qts/RacShaP3ZYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_tsO05sa9co/s200/20904-CURT-thumbnail.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019000674918557058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is about magic. It is about the persistence of faith, the tenacity of innocence. It is about doowap music and covered bridges and home made ice cream and New England cemeteries and the bible and Elvis Presley and baseball and Allen Ginsberg and  blues and rope swings and orgasms. It is about the dark, silent, ever-flowing river of  enchantment and wonder. It is about life and nothing else. This book is available at &lt;a href="http://www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.asp?bookid=20904"&gt;www.xlibris.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6843869714022629799-5825488867660005564?l=pigpenprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigpenprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5825488867660005564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6843869714022629799&amp;postID=5825488867660005564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6843869714022629799/posts/default/5825488867660005564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6843869714022629799/posts/default/5825488867660005564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigpenprose.blogspot.com/2007/01/note-to-self-tie-string-around-finger.html' title='Note To Self: Tie String Around Finger'/><author><name>Pigpen Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06923713628461019653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2-wZXkwXcI/TZkpnnPchRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ibBrXxcEtRc/s220/Photo%2B171.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jbCHQc48Qts/RacShaP3ZYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_tsO05sa9co/s72-c/20904-CURT-thumbnail.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6843869714022629799.post-4588620100064779816</id><published>2004-04-03T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:29:08.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barbarous Ballad of Billy and Brody Bechet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T9EyTAAL_IM/TZkVdMU617I/AAAAAAAAADU/PmsCzB3Nm9o/s1600/a43a6ad83fd86c08610f851f66694c35.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T9EyTAAL_IM/TZkVdMU617I/AAAAAAAAADU/PmsCzB3Nm9o/s200/a43a6ad83fd86c08610f851f66694c35.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591524003626538930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Barbarous Ballad of Billy and Brody Bechet is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; a post-apocalyptic noir (think Raymond Chandler’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Big Sleep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; meets Cormac McCarthy’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;) that tells the story of Billy Bechet and his journey to Chicago to unearth the truth behind his brother’s suicide. The world of tomorrow, however, is a far different place than it is today, and Billy’s journey through The Rural Zone is filled with obstacles that are nightmarish and macabre. Yet the real challenge comes when he arrives to Chicago, an outsider in a strange new world, and is forced to pick up the pieces of his brothers broken life. For as the clues add up, it becomes quite apparent that his brother was not the man Billy thought he was, and nor was his death a suicide. This book is currently available through the Odin Ink department of the Portland State University bookstore. It can be purchased over the phone at (503) 226-2631, and just ask to speak to someone in the Odin Ink department. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6843869714022629799-4588620100064779816?l=pigpenprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigpenprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4588620100064779816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6843869714022629799&amp;postID=4588620100064779816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6843869714022629799/posts/default/4588620100064779816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6843869714022629799/posts/default/4588620100064779816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigpenprose.blogspot.com/2004/04/barbarous-ballad-of-billy-and-brody.html' title='The Barbarous Ballad of Billy and Brody Bechet'/><author><name>Pigpen Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06923713628461019653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2-wZXkwXcI/TZkpnnPchRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ibBrXxcEtRc/s220/Photo%2B171.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T9EyTAAL_IM/TZkVdMU617I/AAAAAAAAADU/PmsCzB3Nm9o/s72-c/a43a6ad83fd86c08610f851f66694c35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
