I love to write. Scratch that, I love when I have written. But all this promotion boloney that comes with it? Ugh.
In August I sent off a creative non-fiction entry to Hippocampus Magazine in response to their Remember November contest. Though it didn't make the final five, I was thrilled to find out that Another Brick in the Wall, had made it to the semi-final round of 11 and bonus…Hippocampus wanted to publish the piece in its January... Continue Reading →
i write this blind no experience no background. write without the benefit of stanza verse or prozac. i write to you: a thousand words of poetic translation ultimate frustration. without bending or melting myself into color sound or feeling. without hiding behind pretty metaphors or white and glossy symbols. this is not a poem of... Continue Reading →