Jeff Phillips: Popcorn Cardigan

Drinkers with Writing Problems

Back in my cinephile days, I used to go to this movie house on the outskirts of town called The Dreamathon. It had that old charm: red carpet in the lobby, posters from the silent era, large prints of Mary Pickford, Charlie Chaplin, and Buster Keaton lording over the concession lines. There were only two screens, surrounded by rickety seats with worn cushions. Tickets were cheap. I’d spend Saturdays there seeing the double features. There was this guy I saw there, every time. He was about six and a half feet tall, seemingly more so with frizzy shocks of salt and pepper hair, hard to miss. He also always wore cardigans, even in the summertime, because that theater was generous with the air conditioning.

After the showings, I’d see him stumble out of there, like he was drunk on what was projected, intoxicated by the light that bathed the back…

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Cat Phillips: Episode 1: Bad Thoughts

I have always wanted to be a cat, and I have always wanted to be a cartoon. Garth Morrissey of GDM Originals made such dreams come true through our recent collaboration on a cartoon, adapted from the short essay I Will Never Intend to Gouge You in the Face that I wrote for Drinkers With Writing Problems. Check out this cat’s bad thoughts.

A Limited and Expansive Binge by Jeff Phillips

Chicago Literati

A friend once commented on my half-hearted hemming and hawing as I considered possibly foregoing an afternoon cup of coffee; “there’s a line in the show Twin Peaks, ‘every day, once a day, give yourself a present.'”

“Present? I like that.” I ordered that cup of coffee.

I had heard of Twin Peaks before, but was still unfamiliar.

“What’s Twin Peaks about?” I asked.

“It’s a crazy show that takes place in the woods.”

That was all I needed to be intrigued and this being 2007, I added the series to my Netflix DVD queue. There was a variety of other titles ahead of it. I almost forgot about it, until one day, two discs arrived.

I had the plan that allowed for 2 DVDs at a time, and each disc had only 3 episodes, but in one night I devoured those first 6 episodes along with a large…

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An Introduction

My name is Jeff Phillips. There are quite a few others that go by Jeff Phillips. There are even a few other authors that go by Jeff Phillips. I’m the other author Jeff Phillips. I grew up in Maine, where I was an active sailor and cross country skier. I traded the ocean and the snowy terrain for concrete walkabouts in Chicago, as I was hell-bent on becoming the next great method actor in the storefront theatre scene. While being involved with original works production companies like Three Leaves (that I helped co-found and run into the ground with Dan Mac Rae), XIII Pocket, and Wood Sugars Comedy, I felt myself gravitating more toward the writing process. Concurrently I was falling in love with the reading experience, so I turned my energies toward writing. For two years I co-hosted an apocalypse themed reading series, and for just shy of three years, I co-hosted the Chicago reading series Pungent Parlour. My short fiction has appeared in Seeding Meat, This Zine Will Change Your Life, Metazen, Chicago Literati, and Literary Orphans. I have also dabbled in a few self-publishing experiments, including the novel Votary Nerves. In 2015, my previous fellow rabble-rouser in the theatre world, Dan Mac Rae, and I struck up a new collaboration, Zizobotchi Papersa literary journal dedicated to the novella. Think double feature, for novellas. I also write bi-weekly for the website Drinkers With Writing Problems, churning out various short stories and essays, and I consider it a literary playground I couldn’t live without.