Jeffrey Ford

Sep 3, 2024 | blog.ncga.org | Jeffrey Ford

By Jeffrey FordDusk filtered across the summer fairways and quietly entered the Rancho Cañada cart barnWhere a boy lay weary on a wooden bench, spent after hours of cart washing, and cleaning,And the tedious gleaning of the driving range. Lulled by the hum of his charging carts, the boy dozed,As Dusk gently massaged his bare feet, feet still too large for a boy’s bodyHe wiggled his toes and dreamed of places his feet had yet to visit,How it would feel pressing the gas pedal of his own car.

Feb 13, 2024 | reactormag.com | Gwenda Bond |Jeffrey Ford |Daniel José Older |Jonathan Carroll

If you want to go down a rabbithole of fun debates over who said it and arguments about whether it’s true, search the famous (infamous?) quote, “Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.” Leaving aside the fact that dancing about architecture seems fabulous — more dancing about everything, I say—there’s a stickiness to this because it’s perfectly said… Whether it was Martin Mull, Elvis Costello, Frank Zappa or someone who is always opining at a bar to the person next to them: It...

Nov 7, 2023 | uncannymagazine.com | Jeffrey Ford |Clockpunk Studios

There are two things you need to get started. First, you have to know how to waltz. When I say “know,” I don’t mean that your sweeping rotations must describe perfect circles or that every subtle lift has to be like the clockwork of the universe. Neither do you have to be dressed up like you stepped out of the ballroom scene in Magnificent Ambersons. My neighbor, Gant, wore his Toledo Rockets cap, an old gray sweatshirt, a pair of gym shorts, and army green Crocs.