#kevin maloney

[pozmagazine]

'Rise Up to HIV' Seeks Funds to Establish Nonprofit Status

Kevin Maloney, the founder of the “Rise Up to HIV” and “No Shame About Being Positive” campaigns, has set an initial fundraising goal of $6,000 to expand the reach of his anti-stigma efforts.

For more information about how to get involved, or how to get a shirt, click here.

[forgottengenres]

f his hatred was a well, I'd be at the bottom of it in an inch of water, shivering cold in a pile of dimes.

Kevin Maloney

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[dynamofire]

hi this is my father and i've never seen this before now and I'M SCREAMING

[joshspilker-blog]

I would say this book broke me out of a slump of reading, and even reading highly respected new books that I couldn’t completely engage with and this book is very full and engaging with a bold ‘voice’

Thoughts on ‘Cult of Loretta’ by Kevin Maloney at JoshSpilker.com

[nervoussystemmusicreverence]

Julia Fordham - Porcelain

Artist

Julia Fordham

Composer

Julia Fordham

Lyricist

Julia Fordham

Produced

Julia Fordham Kevin Maloney Grant Mitchell Hugh Padgham

Credit

Miles Bould – Percussion Julia Fordham – Arranger, guitar, primary artist, producer, vocal arrangement, background vocals Manu Katché – Drums Dominic Miller – Bass, drum programming, engineer, guitar, keyboards, programming Grant Mitchell – Arranger, guitar, keyboards, piano, string arrangements Pino Palladino – Bass Kate St. John – oboe

Released

October 9 1989

Streaming

[formsofthingsunknown]

Half-Way-Through-Review of Maloney's "Cult of Loretta"

At the recommendation of my writer friend (the one I try to emulate), I’ve been reading a short novella by Kevin Maloney, titled “Cult of Loretta.” She told me it hurt but I wasn’t sure how accurate that would be; all I knew was after the first page, I felt like my fingertips had been slit raw from the paper edges. Page two and page three only deepened said cuts. Loretta is short, but I’m not finished yet because 1. I’ve become a slow reader; 2. I waste time eating what I can boil in a pot on my stove and drinking Wild Turkey; and 3. I also waste time watching “Game of Thrones” with my buttered rice and whiskey whilst creating vivid threesomes in my head between Jaime and Cersei Lannister, and yours truly. While I’m almost done with Loretta, I will admit that I could already be done, only I’m dragging my feet, as they say. Not because I’m a lazy whiskey drinking couch potato but because my friend was right: it hurts. It keeps hurting with each couple of pages yet I don’t want it to stop so I’m reading slow. This slow reading, this putting off of the inevitable end (which can only be the saddest, most existential ending in the history of such things), is also happening because as they also say: reading is what makes a better writer. Read a shit ton (I’m paraphrasing, but you get the idea). Reading Maloney has elevated me and his writing hurts yet makes me want to spew it out too: spew out that hurt! Spew out those thoughts of meaninglessness and death and morbid, indifferent stars silently passing no judgment on our fractionally shit strips of lives on a planet that just happened to support living organisms. We just got dealt some cards. The dealer just wants us colder so we get drunker so we play more hands and tip bigger. But damn, how about Maloney? Nelson’s disintegration into oblivion, all in his mind due to Loretta, really prods at my own questioning demons, the little shits! Maloney succeeds at transmitting his coming-of-age battlescars that I bet won’t ever let him forget how fucked up we all get, thanks to love, death, and adulthood in the U.S. of A. Read it and weep, sweethearts. Or don’t! Our experiences are singular, and inconsequential. My words are just wisps of cobalt and tar cloud trailing from the end of the next guy’s cigarette, vanishing into the heavy, brush stroked November gray.

[monkeybicycle-lit-mag]

I hold my finger and ask for two ikura, point at Tyson, at hands that don’t stop rapping the table. The chef nods. He stops what he’s doing, makes two thumb-size patties of rice, wraps them in seaweed and drops in the roe. He sets them in front of us. Tyson doesn’t know what to do; I don’t either so I eat the whole thing. It tastes like my dad’s fingers.

Kevin Maloney, from "Cult of Loretta"

[ellenash]

i am excited to share a piece from WOHE's second issue today. i'm in this awesome lit journal with Aaron Burch, Ctch Bsnss, Bud Smith, Janice Leeand some other cool people. thanks to Kevin Maloney and Jessie Knoles for publishing me. feels sweet. feels vintage. feels WOHE.

[jabrwcky]

2015

I've never done a year-end list, but then again I've never kept track of what I read. This year I decided to start keeping track, mostly because I can't remember anyone's faces without pictures and I can't remember where I went or who I saw without back-scrolling my google calendar. I am thirty years old and my hard drive is crashing, it seems.

So I started keeping track of what I read.

And figured I may as well do something with it. I read Jim Ruland's excellent list at Medium and decided to steal his format, more or less. I had some reservations about doing this at first, since who the fuck cares what I read? But then again, like all writing, I mostly just did it for me, so fuck it.

Enjoy.

[derrickmartincampbell]

kevin maloney is the nathanael west of holiday flash fiction

[dynamofire]

I still have that white leather tie, LOL! They made me cut my hair short for Merv Griffin show and this must have been around that time

MY DAD STILL HAS THAT WHITE LEATHER TIE AND SOMEONE MADE HIM CUT HIS HAIR TO GO ON THE MERV GRIFFIN SHOW

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co