Patient, Folded Hands Publishing

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New date added to tour - Dec. 13 @ Vino's in Little Rock, AR.Mood: (none) (none)Posted at 1:40 AM Dec 1 view more

  • Patient, Folded Hands Publishing

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  • Portland, Oregon, US
  • Last Login: 12/4/2009

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  • Patient, Folded Hands Publishing

    • Portland, OR US
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    Est. 2009
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  • Status: Swinger
  • Here for: Friends
  • Hometown: Pellborough
  • Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
  • Occupation: Books

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NEW BOOK & TOUR:

Going out on tour with UNWED SAILOR and NATIVE LIGHTS:
11/28 - Tulsa, OK @ The Eclipse
11/29 - Denton, TX @ Dan's Silverleaf
11/30 - Austin TX @ The Mohawk
12/1 - San Antonio, TX @ The Ten Eleven
12/2 - Houston, TX @ Super Happy Fun Land
12/3 - New Orleans, LA @ The AllWays Lounge
12/4 - Baton Rouge, LA @ The Spanish Moon
12/5 - Birmingham, AL @ The Bottletree
12/6 - Tampa, FL @ The Fly Bar
12/7 - Lake Worth, FL @ Propaganda
12/8 - Tallahassee, FL @ The Engine Room
12/9 - Orlando, FL @ Redlight Redlight
12/10 - Athens, GA @ Caledonia Lounge
12/12 - Atlanta, GA @ Drunken Unicorn
12/12 - Nashville, TN @ The End
12/13 - Little Rock, AR @ Vino's

Your friend,
JARET.

We don’t chase goals.
Available now...
I GREW UP IN AMALTHEREY HILL
A Novella by Jaret Ferratusco


We don’t chase goals.

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I GREW UP IN AMALTHEREY HILL
A Novella by Jaret Ferratusco


A young boy drifts listlessly between the steady blur of his day-to-day life and the intrusive allure of nocturnal dreams as an ideal. Amidst the insistence of ordinary life in school custom there seems something both more reasonable and modest behind the next corner, turning the simple process of waking up in the morning into a search for something to hold on to. Thinking to himself will the school dance ever come, will next week sort itself out, won’t it just pass by . . . his hopes and well wishes emanate the growing promise of coming despair.

Rendering youth as a languid fever dream, I Grew Up In Amaltherey Hill is a bleak examination of the fury bred of neglect and the misguided idolization created of hopelessness.


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We don’t chase goals.

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