Dear TNY, I’m in the mountains in Western Colorado and fuck is “The Flier” a disappointment compared to this sunrise or the Jackson Pollack that slipped out of me into the toilet bowl this morning…

Dear TNY, “God’s Caravan” is a story you printed.  Okay…

Dear TNY, “The Bunty Club” is a conflictless pile of dogshit…

Dear TNY, I’m in Colorado somewhere, on the Western Slope, and I just finished up “Are You Experienced?”…

Dear TNY, Another Monday, another story.  This one is the overly-long titled “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God”…

Dear TNY, Wow.  “Shape-Ups at Delilah’s”…

Dear TNY, Oh man.  What a week.  And now I’m done reading “The Fellow”…

Dear TNY, Ugh.  “Wide Spot”…

Dear TNY, “Harbor”.  Nope.  I can’t.  Not today, Satan…

Dear TNY, So “The Stone” is what we are calling literature now?  Ugh…

Dear TNY, So there’re a few things to like in “To Do” but not very much…

Dear TNY, Wow.  Just finished “The Loop” and I must say, what a fucking turd…

Dear TNY, So I was glad to have last week off…

Dear TNY, “Motherless Child”, eh?  I made it 862 words into it and quit…

Dear TNY, I’ve just finished “The Little King” and I’m pretty sure I’ve never read a more terrible story in your magazine…

Dear TNY, “She Said He Said”.  Oh my fucking God…

Dear TNY, So you published “Uncle Jim Called” and you are proud of yourself…

Dear TNY, It’s Monday and it’s “Son of Friedman”.  And it’s fucked…

Dear TNY, So, I just skimmed “Back Then”…

Dear TNY, So we’ve got this story called “Javi”, right…