THE LINE BETWEEN MEMORY AND FICTION?

THAT’S WHERE I SLEEP

A man performs power until it ruins him. The women around him never performed,  they just waited.

SAFE WORDS FOR THE DAMNED
Coming 202X

Not final art. The book’s still deciding what to wear to your breakdown.

Some stories bruise you slowly. I write those

George Kalantzis is the literary equivalent of a train wreck you can’t look away from.

Marine. Single dad. Serial failure at anything resembling a normal life. Survived combat, only to get his ass kicked by civilian expectations.

Dead marriage. Burned businesses. Enough self-help bullshit to paper a wall.

Somewhere between his third existential spiral and the night he nearly swallowed the barrel, he realized: if he couldn’t fix the story—he’d write it.

He records voice notes while driving fast, treats Substack like a confessional booth, and made the brilliant decision to take on MFA debt at forty.

He writes like he has nothing left to lose, because most days, he doesn’t.

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