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AUSTIN R. PICK was born in North Carolina and has traveled widely while pursuing an interest in contemplative practice and a love of the world’s wild places. Austin's writing has appeared in The Stockholm Review, Epiphany, Tahoma Literary Review, Pleiades, Adbusters and elsewhere. He served as contributing editor of Along the Path: The Meditator's Companion to the Buddha's Land. Austin holds an MA in Religious Studies from Naropa University, where he is now on staff. He lives in Colorado.

Having Entered a Secluded Place
FICTION · The Stockhom Review of Literature, July 2015

"Stripped of his usual defenses, he was assailed by a projected echo of himself as perceived by the complex algorithms surfing his data wake. It was a ghostly thing, a staccato afterimage of past purchases and search history that confused his actual sense of self, miraculously altered by the treatment or otherwise." READ AT THE STOCKHOLM REVIEW >>

The Acquisitions Department
FICTION · Epiphany: A Literary Journal, Winter 2014

"There was also the conference table at which he sat, an oblong suspended lid the color of old plasticware. It seemed to share its size with the closed door of the room, which was heavy, dark, and had sealed sometime ago with a pneumatic gasp, as if hermetically. He could lie flat on the table, he imagined, and not dangle." READ ON >>

A Survey of Minor Disfigurements
FICTION · Tahoma Literary Review, Summer 2014

"Some time before we met, Rebecca lived for a month in a primitive shelter in the pine barrens of New Jersey, learning to attune to her surroundings, learning to become, she says, uncivilized. She is a great believer in people experiencing places and situations where they are not comfortable. Displacement, she calls it." READ ON >>

Traversing the Range of Light
NONFICTION · National Parks Traveler, September 2013

"As a hiker there is sometimes nothing more beautiful than the lone windblown tree or burst of high alpine flowers thriving in those desolate, exposed reaches where we humans dare to visit, but not to linger for long." READ AT NATIONAL PARKS TRAVELER >>

Watch Us Watch Us
FICTION · Pleiades: a Journal of New Writing, Winter 2013

"The screen goes black, text advancing in a retro computer font: They live their lives online, it reads. Jodi freezes in mid-motion, fingers splayed limply over her keyboard, eyes inhaling every detail of this brief preview for the upcoming show, their show, the show they are about to appear on for the first time." READ ON >>

The Young Prospectors
FICTION · Metazen, February 2013

"Like all busboys, Transen and Jules subsisted largely on restaurant surplus, and were in fact now half-drunk on a florid mixture of leftover wine, but had that summer developed an unspoken ritual of saving their salvaged dinner rolls for the homeless." READ ON >>

A Wider Rotation
NONFICTION ·, July 2007

"Of all places, lying sprawled on the driveway and smoking a mint cigarette, the summer night air holding me to the earth, asphalt warm against my back, I suddenly became aware of the almost imperceptible rotation of the planet." READ ON >>


Having Entered a Secluded Place
New Fiction in Stockholm Review
The Acquisitions Department
New Fiction in Epiphany
A Survey of Minor Disfigurements
New Fiction in Tahoma Lit. Review
Traversing the Range of Light
Essay in National Parks Traveler
Watch Us Watch Us
New Fiction in Pleiades


Along the Path

Along the Path:
The Meditator's Companion
to the Buddha's Land

I served as a contributing editor on this unique travel guide for India and Nepal.
Now available from Pariyatti Press.

"A big part of serious fiction’s purpose is to give the reader, who like all of us is sort of marooned in her own skull, to give her imaginative access to other selves. We all suffer alone in the real world; true empathy is impossible. But if a piece of fiction can allow us to imaginatively identify with a character’s pain, then we might also more easily conceive of others identifying with our own. This is nourishing, redemptive; we become less alone inside. It might just be that simple."

—David Foster Wallace
Distilled from a 1993 Interview

"The reality in literature is not really the story you’re telling; it’s the way in which it’s told: the voice, the window, the perception. It comes down to almost a musical thing."

—Ben Okri
2011 Tin House Interview


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