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New Book, “Chicken Soup for the Fuck You,” is here. 

Published August 19, 2016 by April Fox

My new book, Chicken Soup for the Fuck You: Inspirations, Observations, and Character Assassinations is now available in print and Kindle format via Amazon

Here’s a little about the book: 

“Chicken Soup for the Fuck You” is spit straight from the hyperactive brain of a lifelong oddball who has, to put it simply, seen some shit. In the process of finding her voice after a decade and a half of quiet, April Fox puts a wry spin on politics, religion, and the weird and wonderful aspects of everyday life, including parenting a herd of eclectic children. In between, there are periods of darkness, and those are reflected here too.

In short, “Chicken Soup for the Fuck You” is a feel-good book for people who hate feel-good books.

April’s work has been described as “Intoxicating… Awesome, inspiring, and resonating all the way.”
“…a huge dose of reality.”

“Enigmatic and thought-provoking, but still touching.”

“…filthy.”



Chicken Soup for the Fuck You is a collection of essays (some previously published here) in line with Jon Stewart’s Naked Pictures of Famous People, interspersed with brief one-liners and a few lines of verse. It runs the gamut from Barbie’s role model status to evangelist Pat Robertson’s readiness to come out of the closet to why kids with autism don’t make the best survey subjects sometimes. One early reader said he was laughing on one page, raging on the next, and on the verge of tears with the one after that; another, before reading, hoped the book came with “a piece of the author’s brain.” Chicken Soup for the Fuck You is exactly that: a slice of my brain, stuffed inside a paperback cover and served straight to you, ready to be enjoyed. 

The Innkeepers

Published November 16, 2015 by April Fox

The innkeepers are waiting

their flags are on display:

sharp-edged stars and

stripes like blood and bone;

they are waiting for the visitors

to come.

Hand to brow, megaphones

in hand, they stare

across the ocean

they are waiting

for the visitors

to come.

When the boats approach the shore,

tired arms reaching out

battered, broken, devastation

written on their hearts

the innkeepers retreat,

turn out the lights and bolt the doors

hang the signs:

No Vacancy

there is no shelter here

for the weary and the lost

there is no solace here

for the visitors

who’ve come.

Mountain of Words Write-A-Thon for Asheville Writers in the Schools and Community

Published November 2, 2015 by April Fox

Hi friends, a couple years ago, I participated in the first Mountain of Words write-a-thon for Asheville Writers in the Schools and Community. I’m very excited to have been asked to participate again this year. Here’s how it works: people sponsor me in any amount they choose (really, any little bit helps) and in return, I promise to get off my butt and work on that novel I’ve been putting off forever. All of the money raised by the sponsorships goes directly to AWITSC, an organization that links writers with children and their families and helps kids learn to love the written word, and to use their words to empower themselves.

As some of you may have guessed, reading what I often post here, I tend to use my words as a way to process things I’m dealing with, to let things out without losing my mind, and to share a little bit of myself with others who might need to feel less alone in what they’re going through. I think that’s a skill that’s so incredibly important for kids to learn, especially with all the challenges they face these days. This past summer, I had the chance to work with an awesome group of middle school students. One was a young lady who was a typical pre-teen (smarter and funnier than average, maybe), but had been through some things that many of her peers had not experienced. Over the course of a couple weeks, I watched her recognize her own strength as she wrote out some of things she had been feeling, but hadn’t found a way to process. Every day at work, I get to help a smart, sweet little boy discover the power of words, and to learn to love even the basics of language through word play and silliness (Mad Libs, seriously, they should be part of every language arts curriculum from first grade right up through high school). AWITSC does even more to help kids learn the power and joy of words, and I hope you’ll consider sponsoring me or sharing this post with others who might do so, so that they can continue. It’s just so incredibly important.

I don’t see a penny of this money. It all goes to AWITSC to help fund their programs. You can find out more by visiting ashevillewritersintheschools.org.

If you’d like to help, please click the link below and sponsor me for the generous amount you feel comfortable in giving—all donations are tax-deductible. I’ll be writing as much as I can for AWITSC between now and November 15. If you can’t contribute financially (I get it, I’m broke too), please share this post with others who might be interested. I promise this is the one and only time I’ll bug you here about it. If you’d like to write a check, please make it out to Asheville Writers in the Schools, mail to 347 Kenilworth Road, Asheville, NC 28805, and put my name in the memo line. Thanks, all. ❤

http://www.mountainofwords.org/april-fox.html  <—- there’s the link. 🙂

After Life

Published October 20, 2015 by April Fox

Someday, it will be the end.

It will be over

and if you believe in Heaven,

I will rip you from your mother’s warm embrace

pull out the thick umbilicus and strangle you

with the only thing you ever

truly wanted

watch you fight the blackness that creeps into your eyes,

bursts of light, the sound

of rushing water

in your ears

the silence that welcomes you

home

bring you back

and start again.

Vintage Christmas

Published September 6, 2015 by April Fox

I have paid a thousand hours penance

for her spun silk hair and faded blue eyes

sliced my voice on the shattered glass of fragile Christmas bulbs

golden stars and sparkling orbs, blue and red and green

and touched with glitter

in the center of something plastic, the holy parents pray

over the lifeless molded body of the baby

with no eyes.

I could never reach the top

with the icicles I threw.

In the dark, the lights throw colors at the wall

and the threads that hold the past together

rot away and die.

The Latest Book

Published September 3, 2015 by April Fox

For those of you who are interested in such things, here’s the new book: a collection of some of my most controversial work, including “A Love Letter to Pat Robertson” and “Mother Whore and the Monsters on the Hill.”

As always, thank you for your constant support. I appreciate you all more than I can say.

Spine

Prom Queen [Not Autobiographical]

Published August 8, 2015 by April Fox

I never could have been the prom queen,

perfect hair and teeth and nails, smiling sweetly for the cameras

humble under my sash and crown and waiting for the crowd to blink

and offer up the chance to pull the flask out from between my legs

beneath the satin curtain

of my dress.

I was happy under the bleachers,

eyes ringed with black and breath sweet with cheap wine

not quite bold enough to be slutty, yet

not quite small enough to hide.

I felt the words slip off my tongue like I was dreaming

I felt the time crawl from my head and I was lost.

When the music died and the limo crashed and the town went cold and still,

I laid my face against the pavement

and danced till morning came.

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