ABOUT

 

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J Hardy Carroll grew up in Tucson, Arizona surrounded by silos of Titan II missiles that were never fired. His grandmother died in the room she was born in. His father died in the same room, but was himself  born in a hospital.

J Hardy lived a good many years in Portland where he worked in bars  and wrote humorous pieces about his job for Barfly Magazine. He  drew satirical comics for a leftist newspaper and designed websites for independent movies. He got divorced and remarried, raising two girls in the process.

J Hardy Carroll moved to Iowa City in 2005 and lived on a farm. He nearly drank himself to death but then he stopped. He had pigs and dogs and a cat. He played drums and wrote poems and created grim animations. He got divorced again. After a while he started writing fiction.

J Hardy Carroll now writes novels and screenplays and the occasional comic. He still writes poems and plays drums.

 

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  1. charlypriest

    Hi J Hardy, got here through Sunday Photo fiction, got to say that great writing. Plus we got two things in common the writing and that I too almost died from the booze. Found out later on that writing for me is a form of therapy, keeps me focus with a goal in mind.
    Looking forward to read more when time permits

  2. Kurt Schoen

    Hi Josh. This morning while considering the state of Western media and its current catharsis, I searched for an article on John Carlton. In a retirement article for the Trump (ironic, right?) I found a very concise and telling complement about Mr. Carlton attributed to you. And a few more keystrokes, and I am here. I intend to read your stuff, and am just now scratching in. In any case,
    best to you my friend.

    Kurt Schoen
    Catalina, ’82

Don't just stand there.