Hi blog, it’s been awhile. I recently had my essay, ‘On Westernness & Stories‘ published in HER KIND: A Literary Community Powered by VIDA. My experience with the editorial staff was nothing but awesome– Rosebud Ben-Oni helped draw the good stuff out, while providing supportive edits and encouragement. ❤ Check it out and let me know what […]
Sundog Lit Issue Two is here! As you can imagine, the work that goes into creating an online literary journal that stands out among the rest is no easy task, and I think that we’ve achieved something magnificent for Issue Two. My friend, Sara Hess, is the featured cover artist and was also the winner […]
en·nui- Listlessness and dissatisfaction resulting from lack of interest; boredom We’ve all felt this, right? Well, I’ve noticed that I’ve been feeling it more as I approach my quarter-century, and I think it’s worth discussing. Between Sallie Mae calling me incessantly to an overall sense of is-this-really-what-I-want-to-do-with-my-life begging my attention in the depths of my brain, I find […]
Issue 1 has officially been released! You might even notice my photograph has been incorporated into the cover 🙂 The amount of work that goes into a literary journal is truly that of a full-time job. I came on to Sundog Lit in August 2012 and I have been reading every submission (usually twice) […]
Recall a rainstorm. Water pools on a porch, seeps into termite trenches where you’ll find them, huddled in the subtlety of drops forming. Here, paint peels, sticks to callouses, and washes down drains.
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The train trails time, ebbs as I lie awake, staring at plastic stars, stuck to popcorn ceiling by the last tenant. Sounds call out and I’m out of nouns.Its warble rends sky from Juniper. Disrupts quotidian life. A resplendent- ness leaves you staggering.
I thought I’d share some photos from my trip to New Mexico yesterday. The location that most of these photos were taken is a ghost town called Taipan, NM. It was too beautiful to keep to myself.
in the garden between impatiens and an ash tray. Sun shines down, reflects from your collarbones. I turn raspberries from white to red. Sun flashes off the birdbath. Now, 1 hour later, we dance between concrete and thyme. Breeze churns clouds, turbulent and you dance into rain.
headlights reach, refract through dual panes of glass. the train siren sings, draws me home.