brodie (amerika)

Brodie Michael Wesley Kelly

Brodie Kelly memorizes endless trivia by accident, only to surprise himself with it later. His hobbies include misadventure, piano, photography, lovemaking, and the color orange.

He served as New Editor of the City Collegian in 2005, and in 2007 was Editor-in-Chief of The Cult of Youth Reader.

Grackle Grackle, Brodie's self-published literary journal, is available from Reading Frenzy in Portland, Oregon. His collaboration with illustrator Julia Gfrörer, The Sex Zine, is distributed by Sparkplug Comic Books.

A book profiling the heroes of the twentieth century, Tomorrow's Hamburger, will be published in Summer 2008.

Untitled
Creative nonfiction, 460 words, 2007. "Were they muggers or young kids? Why is one of them stopping by the side of the road every few feet? Are they fucking with mailboxes?"

Compendium of Ephemera
Prose poem, 520 words. "Fossil evidence indicative of a battle between warring tribes of antediluvian ultimate frisbee champions."

When Bad Guys Save the Day
Political opinion column, 600 words. " In a diverse and unpredictable democracy such as ours, sometimes the bad guys end up acting more ethically than we expect."

Bus Poetry
Two poems, 100 words. "Just wait and breathe, you told me. Called me handsome."

Good Punk/Bad Punk
Music review, 550 words. "Punk’s not dead, but the number of people who raised their hands when Prof. Biafra asked the class if they drove SUVs was symptomatic of major illness."

Sick Days
Novel excerpt, 1200 words. "That morning, before the ambulances came we were making out on one of the the piss-soaked couches to pass the time."

Spring Solstice
Personal blog entry, 700 words. "I will torch bowls under streetlamps to salute their orange, I will stroll with my hands outstretched past fountains to collect the mist and the stirring ions."

Dear Brodie
Letter to self, 1400 words. "The secret, I guess, to having strange visions is: don't tell mom."

Introduction
Book foreword, 415 words. "I will not let trouble myself by allowing the facts of these men's lives to get in the way of a good half page of text."

Nanette
Vignette, 300 words. "'I've been in love with just two timepieces in my life, Nanette,' he explained, his eyes bereft of any discernible emotion, 'but neither of them was you.'”