Publisher's Synopsis
Like a cracked crystal ball tagged with black spray paint, these discomforting and darkly hilarious stories unveil a past, present, and future of unexplainable yet bizarrely poetic prophesies and moods. In ninety-five flash fictions, Shane Kowalski's SMALL MOODS presents lovers, dogs, bathtubs, hands, jewels, bananas, peasant boys, cuckolds, Jesus, dildoes, shoes, nudes, cults, sadness, the movie Carrie, and much much more. Can you imagine a love child of Lydia Davis and Richard Brautigan? How about Russell Edson's ghost having tea with Diane Williams? Reading SMALL MOODS is like entering a weird and private room of reject fairy tales and goofball fables. It's a room that belongs to Shane Kowalski, and he is welcoming you with strong, open, sweat-drenched arms. Don't be afraid. He made you something.
I am in love with this weird, gross, hilarious, beautiful book, and with Shane Kowalski's cursed sentences, which enchant you, seduce you, then drop you off in hell. Every story is a perfect little snow globe of sidesplitting misery.--J. Robert Lennon, author of Pieces for the Left Hand and Let Me Think
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