The Awful Alphabet Preorder Store Now Open

If you missed out on the Backerkit campaign for The Awful Alphabet, by me and Sara McCall Ephron, you’re in luck. The post-campaign preorder store is now open. You can find it here:

https://the-awful-alphabet.backerkit.com/hosted_preorders

You can order the book in a variety of formats, as well as some nice posters and art prints, along with previous publications.

The Awful Alphabet, is a picture book for adults in the tradition of Edward Gorey and Neil Gaiman, but also Go the F*ck to Sleep and All of My Friends are Dead. Adulting is hard. Nourish your inner (emo) child.

Raindrops From a Cloudless Sky: A Poem in honor of Superman and National Poetry Month

Today, April 18th, marks the anniversary of the publication of the first Superman story in 1938. It is also, of course, National Poetry Month. As such, here is a poem I wrote which is inspired by The Man of Steel. While it may not be as good as Vadamir Nabokov’s poem about The Man of Tomorrow, I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Raindrops From a Cloudless Sky

When I fly, oh so high,
Above the city lights–
I sometimes sob, my tears fall down,
Through the dark of night.

I cry for those I left behind
A planet far away–
Who sent me here ‘cross lightyears vast,
On that fateful day;

I weep for those I cannot save:
The people whom I’ve failed–
Whose cries rang pleading in the night,
But to no avail;

I think of all the evil here,
And know I can’t defeat it–
Until the people grow at last,
And I am no more needed.

So if you walk ‘neath cloudless skies
And feel a drop of rain–
It may have come from someone’s eye
Who’s neither bird nor plane.

–A. A. Rubin


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The Patchwork Man–A Poem for National Poetry Month

He patched up his roof,
He patched up his door,
He patched up his walls,
His ceiling, his floors–

He patched up his hat,
He patched up his blouse–
The patchwork man,
In the patchwork house–

He even tried
To patch up his soul,
But he only covered
The rot and the mold–

(Which festered and grew
As he got old)

–A. A. Rubin

This poem was originally published in Poetica 2 (Clarendon Press).

Last Chance to Snag Your Copy of The Awful Alphabet.

The Awful Alphabet, a picture book for adults by me and Sara McCall Ephron, is crowdfunding on Backerkit for just 5 more days. This is your last chance to support the campaign and snag a copy of the book.

As we enter the final days of the campaign, I want to thank everyone who has backed for making it a huge success. It’s because of you that we will not only be able to make the book as we envisioned it, but produce the poster and audiobook as well.

We could also really use your help spreading the word, either by posting on your social or by word of mouth, to help us finish strong. We still have one amazing stretch goal left, a reading-rainbow style animation of the book, and right now, it looks like it’s going to be a stretch to get there, but with your help and support, it’s still possible.

To thank you for your ongoing support, we will have two more raffles this week, one for a copy Holly Knightly’s new book, and one for a package of goodies from The 6 Degrees of Edgar Allan Poe.

So, help us spread the word. Tell your friends abut the campaign. Tell your family. Tell your acquaintances and your enemies. Together, we can help make your life a little less awful.

https://www.backerkit.com/c/projects/a-a-rubin/the-awful-alphabet

A Sonnet for Opening Day

Today is opening day for most teams in Major League Baseball, so, continuing what has become an annual tradition, I present my Sonnet For Opening Day. Play Ball!

That time of year thou mayst in fans behold
That malediction, fever of the spring
Surrounded by lingering snow and cold,
We dream of pennants and World Series rings.
With pride we root our noble heroes on
Eating hot dogs, peanuts, and crackerjacks
And all our worldly troubles fade, are gone
When that first pitch is thrown and bat doth crack
But Lo! When April fades to crueler months,
We reach the summer of our discontent
Like Mighty Casey in the Mudville ninth
Our hearts bereft of joy and merriment
Yet hope springs eternal for one and all,
When that blue-clad umpire calls out, “Play Ball!”

–A. A. Rubin

While the baseball season is just beginning, my Backerkit campaign for The Awful Alphabet is quickly drawing to a close. There are just under to weeks to support the project and secure your copy of the book. Support the campaign here.

A Poem for World Poetry Day

Today is #WorldPoetryDay, so here is a poem I wrote a few years back, which was published in The Deronda Review in 2022.

Earth, 2022

Wordsworth! Thou shouldst be living at this hour:
The world doth need thee, she is a morass–
For lately our discourse has become crass–
And neutered is our creative power,
We’ve taken Gradgrind’s view of the flower:
Made slaves to statistics, money, and math,
In schools devoid of art and music class.
The child is the father of the man, sour–
Your voice taught us the breathings of our hearts,
The spontaneous overflow of our soul;                                                                       
The rainbow in the sky that makes us whole;
To observe divine nature and create,
And elevate ourselves by making art–
To leap up again before it’s too late.

—A. A. Rubin

And, if you enjoy my poetry, please consider supporting The Awful Alphabet, which includes my twisted verse and Sara McCall Ephron’s surreal art on Backerkit.

Get The Awful Alphabet on Backerkit

A is for A. A. Rubin, and also for The Awful Alphabet.  S is for Sara McCall Ephron. B is for the book we created. The Awful Alphabet is live on Backerkit. Support the campaign today!

Let’s face it, the last few years have been hard on all of us. What better way to deal with the existential stress of modern life than with a nostalgic plunge into your subconscious? The Awful Alphabet is a picture book for adults, which features A. A. Rubin’s twisted verse and Sara McCall Ephron’s surreal art. In the tradition of Edward Gorey’s Gashlycrumb Tinies and Neil Gaiman’s Dangerous Alphabet, but also Go The F*ck to Sleep and All My Friends are DeadThe Awful Alphabet is the perfect complement to the ennui which envelops your heart. 

Adulting is hard. Nourish your inner (emo) child.

See a free preview below, and support the campaign by clicking here.

Sonnet Written Upon First Finding A Grey Hair

When I a single silver strand did spy,
Beneath my frown betwixt my tawny beard
My reflection betrayed a subtle sigh,
The moment now come, which long I had feared.
A symbol ‘twas of my advancing age–
A sentinel signaling more to come–
Like Dante traveling on his first page–
I realized half of my days had run.
But when you saw that grey upon my face,
You seemed to respect me a little more:
A wise man now, possessed of stately grace,
Future Merlin, Gandalf, or Dumbledore.
 What magic then, in a reflection new,
 Who sees from a different point of view!

–A. A. Rubin (First published in Bards Annual)


I’m about to launch my first crowdfunding campaign on backerkit. Sign up to be notified on launch.

The Awful Alphabet: Coming to Kickstarter This February

I am about to launch my first Kickstarter, and I need your support to make it happen. It’s an alphabet picture book for adults called, The Awful Alphabet, which features my twisted verse and Sara McCall Ephron’s surreal art. Sign up to be notified on launch, and read more about the project below:

A is for A. A. Rubin, and also for The Awful Alphabet. S is for Sara McCall Ephron. B is for the book we created.

Let’s face it, the last few years have been hard on all of us. What better way to deal with the existential stress of modern life than with a nostalgic plunge into your subconscious? In the tradition of Edward Gorey’s Gashlycrumb Tinies and Neil Gaiman’s Dangerous Alphabet, but also Go The F*ck to Sleep and All My Friends are Dead, The Awful Alphabet is the perfect complement to the ennui which envelops your heart.

Adulting is hard. Nourish your inner (emo) child. 

The Awful Alphabetsign up for the Kickstarter today.

Making Resolutions More Meaningful

At the beginning of October, I wrote a blog post about the way a recent episode of LaVar Burton Reads inspired me to reassess the role of ritual in my life. In this post, I modified the ritual of the confessional associated with the Jewish High Holidays to make it more meaningful for myself and my family. Instead of just listing all the things I was sorry for the previous year, I decided to take a more balanced approach and think about three things I was sorry for the previous year, three things that I did well which I would like to keep doing in the coming year, and three new ways I would aspire to improve myself going forward. I said I would return to this framework in January instead of making traditional new year’s resolutions. This post is my attempt to do so.

The idea behind the original post was that the confessional ritual was too negative. Making real change is more than just identifying what we did wrong. It also needs to acknowledge what we already to well, and what we could do better. The negative attitude of apologizing isn’t really conducive to real change. It needs to be balanced by a positive plan for making change.

New year’s resolutions suffer from the exact opposite problem. It is easy to set lofty goals, but all that positivity and motivation often fades when we do not acknowledge the factors which prevented us from being ourselves the previous year.

In both cases, the ritual lacks balance. Either positivity or negativity can be toxic when each is out of balance with the other.

It is also important to acknowledge what we are already doing well and to resolve to keep doing those things. In this season of change, it is easy to forget what we are already doing successfully, and to make sure we keep doing those things so that next year’s resolutions don’t end being the very things were were doing well in the past.

As such, modifying the ritual I described in the earlier post, I would suggest the following framework for a more meaningful self-assessment and plan for improvement in the following year:

  1. List three things you did well the previous year. These should be things which are healthy for yourself or for your practice (creative or otherwise) which you would like to keep doing or build upon in the coming year.
  2. List three weaknesses or behaviors which are detrimental to yourself and to your practice upon which you would like to improve in the coming year.
  3. List three resolutions/goals for the coming year. Remember that, as I’ve written previously, goals (as opposed to aspirations) should be things that you have control over. A target number of submissions is a good goal because you control how many you send out; a target number of acceptances is not a good goal because you do not control the decisions of editors.

While I don’t think it’s necessarily helpful for me to share my entire self assessment publicly, I will share one of my responses in each category as a model.

One thing I did well in the last year was to build on existing relationships. I submitted to markets which already published my work, and maintained relationships with editors and fellow writers with whom I worked previously. As an introvert, the social aspect of maintaining a writing career has been hard for in the past, so I made an conscious effort to maintain and build upon existing relationships. I was invited to submit work to four paying projects by editors with whom I previously worked; I received an edit on a novel manuscript from a professor whose class I had taken a few years ago; and I was invited to feature at a couple of local readings and events. Going forward, I must work to build upon those relationships and to guard against my tendency to let relationships lapse.

Looking back on the previous year, I noticed that I submitted to about 20 fewer calls than I did the previous year. Now, I had the same number acceptances, largely because of the relationships I developed, as mentioned above, but I didn’t hit my goal for submissions this year. I missed out on a number of opportunities to be published by missing deadlines for calls to which I had planned to submit, and, as such, I missed out on the chance to have more published work. A deeper analysis reveals that this was due largely to a lapse in short story submissions. I had a good year in poetry, a good year in comics, but I had fewer submissions for short prose, and therefore fewer sales and fewer acceptances. Part of this was due to writing my novel, which is one long prose piece as opposed to many shorter ones which could be submitted to different calls, but now that the novel is written, I want to focus on submitting to more short fiction markets this year.

Going forward I want to really examine which stories need to be comics and which can be written as prose. Often, I will have an idea which initially feels like a comic, but which could probably be modified slightly to be a short story. This is important because, while I love comics, the financial burden on the writer for an up and coming comics creator limits the amount of comics I can produce each year. I have notebooks full of ideas and pitches which remain unwritten because I can only afford to pay one artist at a time. Now, some stories have to be comics, but others, with a little work, can be developed into other mediums. This year, I aspire to be more critical of my ideas in this process, to write more of them as short fiction (dovetails with the resolution in the previous paragraph) unless they are ideas that truly work better in the comics format.

Hopefully this concept will allow you to self assess and improve in a meaningful way.

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