What’s the due, HONEYDEW?

So why does a book practically no one has heard of need a “corrected text”?

We’ll get to that but first let me tell you about Dumpster Fire Press’ second release HONEYDEW by artist/writer R. Keith…

The latest release from Dumpster Fire Press… HONEYDEW: THE CORRECTED TEXT by R. Keith featuring the original unaltered cover art…”A stark coming of age tale… R. Keith delivers a sock in the jaw in this hard boiled novelette about the fires of youth burning toward a future desolation haunted by visions of fleeting hope, testing the meaning of friendships, life, death, maybe even the prospect of something that could be love… it’s a requiem of dreams and all of that instilled in the fenced off companionship of someone called Honeydew”

The official write up on Amazon featuring my blurb, it’s a stark coming of age story that essentially focuses on the objective of Dumpster Fire Press of providing a voice for the voiceless in the portrayal of what is deemed the lower class of society, you know the poor and how difficult it is to actually grow up in that manner while attempting to reconcile your identity with limited in our hyper-reality constructed society…however R Keith is a normal human and doesn’t word it like that…thankfully.

R. Keith being a visual artist whose work has been featured in galleries not only in his homeland (feels weird wording it that way) Canada but has been exhibited in Russia and Malta. He can communicate beyond borders the ordinary scope of literary, giving us maybe not something of razor sharp wordplay which usually just comes off as cerebral masturbation but something more accessible.

R. Keith paints with words giving you the universal image of the mind’s eye. It’s a cinematic eye and when I first read it, I was reminded of Darren Aronofsky’s REQUIEM FOR A DREAM…something I tried to hit with a little known story called AQUA-SHOES (published in TALES OF THE ALIEN BUDDHA 3 and SYNCHRONIZED CHAOS shameless plug) he added a more human touch in a softer tone and I’m not going to ruin it by tell you the plot or what exactly happens, it doesn’t need to be…it needs to be experienced and while it wasn’t mindblowing literature, it’s not meant to be, it’s a story with depth, meaning and the lack of meaning of well, here’s another shameless plug GRINDING through it all just mechanically live and become the best softmachine one can be…

Now the story of how R. Keith and I collaborated…is a wonderful tale unto itself and while again I won’t go into details about small press blood-feuds…things go wrong and sometimes people don’t hold up their obligations and they’re not forthright about so everyone can be on the same page and I get that and it’s never entirely one’s fault or even their fault…

However HONEYDEW was jammed through by the original publisher without a proper edit with altered cover art and while is a little more to this drama, I choose to remain silent for the two opposing parties involved and this did play a part in the formation of Dumpster Fire Press with various prospective authors coming to me with questions regarding the status of projects here and there.

R Keith was one of them. Something was due.

Editors from various presses got into contact with me about certain specifics regarding my affiliation and I contemplated long and hard, gazing at the the dumpster fire thrust in my lap…

Hey when life hands you a dumpster fire launch a press!

That’s just as garbage as you with some grandiose mission you cannot ever possibly fulfill as you make good on the unfulfilled obligations of someone else you were tied to…

hence, the existence of HONEYDEW:THE CORRECTED TEXT, the original was taken off the market due to a feud, which is fine the text is now presented the way it should’ve been in the first place along with Kerri Pullo’s unmolested art. Obligation fulfilled to do right by the authors and artists…

and I’ll be continuing to that, at least for a while….jesus I really need to do something about this wordpress’ appearance or something, shit it’s a dumpster fire….we’re okay for now.

Published by Mike Zone

Mike Zone is the former Editor in Chief of Dumpster Fire Press and managing editor of Concrete Mist Press. The author of Screaming in the End: Poems and Stories, Fuck You: A Fucking Poetry Chap, Shedding Dark Places (almost), One Hell of a Muse , as well as coauthor of The Grind and Razorville. A frequent contributor to Alien Buddha Press and Mad Swirl. His work has been featured in: A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Black Shamrock Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, Better Than Starbucks, Piker Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Synchronized Chaos, and Cult Culture magazine.

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