One day Black Guy Bald Guy will be a book. Or a television show. Or words on a tee shirt. Something more or other than the here-and-there that it is now. If you want to read a few installments, you’ve come to the right place. If you want the latest BGBG, you’ll need to contact the good folks at The McNeese Review to buy a copy. For the rebirth of McNeese Review as a lit mag, editor John Griswold and his MFA students put together a great first issue. All I’ll say about my contribution, “Two Birds,” is that the cover art describes (however, unintentionally) the climax of this latest BGBG that ought to get the editor fired.

If my count is correct, thirteen installments have been published so far. Many are available on-line.

Here’s one from last year. “The screen test was great, they say. You two were made for this project. Just perfect together. Shared center, lyrically contrasted contours, ever-changing boundaries. And range? Like the open sea. Absolutely global and all to the good.” — The Massachusetts Review, 53.2 (2012)

Here’s another, “The Last Set of Machetes,” from last year. I believe it debuted in the initial offering of BODY, a great lit mag out of Prague. 2009 brought three micro BGBGs, all of them in Mayday‘s first issue: “The Latest Buddy Team Cashing In,” “Numbers Mean Something,” and “Slowest, Fattest Curve in Baseball History.” 2006, it seems, gave birth to the first two BGBGs in DIAGRAM. 2008 was the year The Literary Review asked for a chapbook of anything I wanted to send, poems or fictions or both, and I came to believe in BGBG as a project. And then there was the oddest of the BGBG sightings, “Concrete Jungle Asphalt Jumble,” because it includes a listening.