10,000 Tons of Black Ink announces its 2011 Pushcart Nominations:

“The Intruder” by Rebecca Burns (November, 2011)

“Ghost Train” by Eli Hastings (February, 2011)

“Ilpohechatoka!” by Anthony Spaeth (August, 2011)

“Watchers” by Ewing Eugene Baldwin (October, 2011)

Congratulations to our nominees! Wishing you all our very best.


The bird had neared the edges of its strength and, as Ingrid approached, it lay still on the wet sand, bill shaking slightly. The guillemot’s underbelly was visible, white against black. Ingrid paused. Read story and editor comments…


The words are “don’t” and “please” and they are good words, you enjoy saying them, especially when you say them together, and especially while staring at the empty room with a single light in the building across the street. These words can be said in many different ways, but they come out best when whispered. They make you smile. They make you want to say them again and again. Read story and editor comments…


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How is it I have come to this: day upon sweltering day, merciless sun beating down, bathing me with light. I can’t refuse the cleansing act: being bathed in the sweat lodge of my rusted and dented old pickup truck, tread-worn tires sunk in the hot asphalt. Read story and editor comments…


When I opened the curtains and saw the shadow perched on the fire escape, I thought for a second it might be somebody from the IRS. Mami had said that IRS agents were shape-shifting putos, and I imagined them to be like the Mr. Smiths of The Matrix, silly-putty men in black suits, morphing at any moment from one body to the next, thousands of them trying to collect money and ruin people’s lives. Read story and editor/author comments…


The van rolled in about a half hour before daybreak. Old Eddie got out, his bones creaking, tipped his cap to the high beams, and limped off into the buildings’ shadows. Read novel excerpt and editor/author comments…


From: fbattise@actribe.org
To: knewton@cchs.org
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Subject: names

Dear Kent:

Thank you so much for your interest in the Coushatta culture. I really appreciated your hyper-inquisitive email. Of course, we don’t actually live in teepees. Read story and editor comments…


His name was Heath. For the candy bar, his mother once said. Read story and editor/author comments…


10,000 Tons of Black Ink Offers Opportunities for Writers through its Writer’s Network

CHICAGO—10,000 Tons of Black Ink (10ktobi) announced today its new publishing model to pool together talented writers from around the world to collaborate with each other, share accomplishments and resources, and take advantage of professional growth opportunities. More…




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