Tina pinched my
cheeks red, Jody called me stupid, and Carol threw my headband up onto the
porch. All I had to do once they left was climb up and reach for it between the
wooden posts. That was the easy part.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Thursday, December 11, 2014
101 Fiction: Redundancy
Thrilled to be part of 101Fiction's December issue.
All about black and white
I know I always say this: translation soon...
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
River Rules
At the end of it all, James and I position ourselves on the bridge. We gauge the rapids. Cabal is barking from his perch on Devil’s Rock. Whoever reaches it first has claim to him. On the count of three, we jump.
Friday, December 5, 2014
The Up Side of Lonely
This poem of mine is set in the middle of a beautiful issue of Synaesthesia Magazine.
#6 THUNDER, LIGHTNING went live today. Go visit it.
Hear that? That's THUNDER, LIGHTNING.... http://t.co/bI4UKxieri
— Synaesthesia Mag (@SynaesthesiaMag) December 4, 2014
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Motherhood, Part III
Of course it’s clear now. Bull-headed, know-it-all me never wavered. Still. Couldn’t they put out a manual, or some sort of notice? I was ready for backtalk, missed curfews, but bellybutton piercing? A tramp stamp? I might’ve thought twice about that cesarean.
