The Orneriest of Cusses

After decades of talking about it and handfuls of false starts and stops, I’ve completed my first book. On June 1st of 2026, Weirdo Du Jour Press releases my debut novel, Ornery Cuss. Not to be confused with the zine printed in 2023, this is the complete and unabridged version chocked full of the working class dark humor you love. A grubby coming-of-age tale about a sharp-edged loner who runs away from a stifling rural community and into the arms of Chicago’s raw chaos. No shortcuts taken nor lessons learned any way but the hard way.

You can pre-order a copy here. By doing so, 100% of the price you pay goes directly to me as the author. I will sign and write whatever personal inscription you wish on every copy you purchase.

Of course, I didn’t do this all alone. I wouldn’t have gone through with any of this, were it not for the support and guidance of Dmitry Samarov. His talent and experience helped refine these pages through edit and design. Most importantly, his encouragement helped will Ornery Cuss into existence. It’s a gift to have someone so thoughtful in my corner. Yesterday we had a conversation on Hu U No about the book, writing, zines, and the like. You can listen to it here.

Happenings!

The wiley and elusive Ratticus emerges from a 15 year hiatus to orate some dark & dismal hilarity!

Reading for The Golden Hour on Thursday March 19th at Haibayô Café.

Also performing at the Tuesday Funk reading series on April 7th at Hopleaf Bar.

A short story of mine will appear in For The Sad Kids, an anthology zine by the Scottland based Coin-Operated Press.

And lastly, I was cited on Wikipedia for an article in the Clint Howard horror movie Ice Cream Man. Awesome.

Joy Beats Oppression

In the liminal week between holidays, I’ve been digging through old texts from the last 15 years. Reassessing writing projects that were abandoned for various reasons, trying to decide if there’s any salvage worth revisiting. Reading through these endless word documents, I’ve learned that I’ve spent a good long while pretending to be someone I’m not. By the time Covid happened, I had strayed too far and ever since it’s been an uphill hike along trails of breadcrumbs. Retrieving pieces of self through small joys, inevitable losses, and all the work I should have done on myself long ago.

I didn’t have much hope for the future when this year started, and you know why. I still don’t. But rather than be swallowed by fear and despair, I’ve done my best to learn how to be present in 2025. Relinquish the reins of control and be kinder to myself. Some unexpected delights seemingly resulted from this practice. I’ve been very blessed to reconnect with some special folks that I’d long ago thought were gone from my life. I’ve also met a lot of lovely new people that I hope will stick around for awhile.

2025 has been a year of fated matinees, road trips, hand poked tattoos, wheat paste graffiti, gouache paints, so many mix tapes, blacking out the teeth on John Denver records with sharpie, discovering what it means when puzzle pieces fit together naturally, becoming an oasis after years spent wandering the desert, and endless support & encouragement that sometimes… I still question if I’m truly deserving of. I feel like myself again and managed to have something that might even resemble fun.

There’s several projects and a lot of hustling on the horizon. I’ll put in the work and see where it gets me. The state of the world is… you know. It’ll get worse before it gets better but as I like to say at the bar,  “I’d like to get a little more fucked up before I go.”

Off The Record with Krystle Ratticus: They Say That Dreams Are Growing Wild

Got invited to record an off the record episode of Textual Healing. I read a short story of mine called “State Line Limbo” and chose the Tom Waits song “Burma Shave” to accompany the selection. Next weekend a full interview with Mallory Smart will be available. You can listen to my public restroom reading (keeping it classy) of “State Line Limbo” here.

Printer’s Row Lit Fest

The nice kids at Maudlin House were kind enough to let me tag along at this year’s Printer’s Row Lit Fest. Dmitry made me a sign, I sold some stuff, and met several lovely folks just trying to hustle their writing too. A kind fella named Burton Raabe liked my Weirdo Du Jour zine so much he emailed me this poem he had written about a 24-hour diner in Peoria:

Clark’s Cafe

I found an old matchbook from the 70s.

Clark’s Cafe
“We Never Close”

It was true, there were three shifts per day
all year long, all over town.
If you weren’t workin’
There was sumpin’ wrong.

Some worked 16 hours in two shops.
Workers were paid overtime plus holiday pay.
Unions made sure.

Clark’s was open on Thanksgiving, Christmas,
Easter, all holidays.

They had chili, chicken fried steak,
Burgers, fries, breakfast anytime.
And coffee.

Workers going and coming.
Third shift welders from Kentucky
with soft Appalachian speech.

Blacks from Arkansas
laughing, ordering eggs,
sausage and grits.
And coffee.

Cops at midnight,
off their shift.

Kandy, Brandy, Porsha
(not their real names)
getting eggs and sausage.
Ladies of the night.

We were all ladies and men
of the nights.

No longer selling my items in brick and mortar shops. Finally! I have a secure online store where you can snag copies of my zines, friendly user interface for the online shopaholics. There’s also Behind The Zines Distro, as well.

We Should Close

“We Should Close”

88-page long, quarter sized zine about working in a record store. Complete with silly good times and tales of weirdo collectors of vinyl. Comes with its own playlist on YouTube or Spotify. Only $3!

It’ll be available soon, and I’m STILL sorting out an online store-front. So if you want a copy right away, shoot me an email. weirdodujour@ proton.me

Ornery Cuss After Dark

After a couple rye & sodas, I had the pleasure of yapping about my life of art and zines with Dmitry Samarov on hu u no. If you’re interested in listening to a variety of silly voices and over the top swearing, this is for you.

A few weeks prior, I appeared on Let’s Take a Moment with Billy McCall and Liz Mason to talk about the zine, Secret Picnic Spot.

Restock on Weirdo Du Jour, Ornery Cuss, and Cathode Ray Mission 1-3 over on etsy. But of course, if you just email me about purchasing a copy, you can get it a lot cheaper. weirdodujour@proton.me

Zines and weird stuff

Restock of Ornery Cuss and Cathode Ray Mission #1-3 at Quimby’s! 1854 W North Ave in Chica-go-go!

Also, look at this cool thing I saw today:

   

This and a lot of other weird stuff at Graveface Chicago / Terror Vision record shop. Fun things everywhere to look at, video rental, and a mini morbid museum. The cat was my favorite, but I was also delighted by a small exhibit dedicated to David Huggins. If you only like stuff that’s cool, I highly recommend Graveface. Have a beautiful weekend, weirdos!