a book club for writers

in the face of COVID winter, i started a book club for writers. it’s something many writers yearn for–a comfortable place to drop into analysis and symbols and flights of word fantasy with others who truly UNDERSTAND. it’s like talking shorthand. anyway, the first book is SING, UNBURIED, SING by Jesmyn Ward, a book from … Read more


it’s the 25th anniversary of The Women’s Prize aka The Orange Prize. i’ve listed the winners below. i resolve to read each of these books over the next 6 months and track the greatness. i could use the inspiration TBH. in reality, i’ve read only 4 of the books listed below and my memory is … Read more

10 (again)

time for a list. top 10 books that carry weight in my adult(ish) mind. a list on this particular day, for no particular reason, in no particular order: 1. WIDE SARGASSO SEA by Jean Rhys2. THE SUN ALSO RISES by Hemingway3. OLD FILTH by Jane Gardam4. JESUS’ SON by Denis Johnson5. THE REMAINS OF THE … Read more

it’s september

this summer i wrote for a progressive, prompt based contest at AWCS, and made it to the third and final round of ten finalists. i didn’t place but i wrote 3 stories that i can expand and try to find them homes. i’ll take it!


september morningsquirrels pitch pinecones onto the roofwhere are my socks?

week 5, quarantine

my hair is morphing, christopher walkenesque it keeps snowing and i keep wearing sweaters, sweaters i’m running out of cooking ideas over here, help me out, will ya? my nerves are sizzling, sizzling i’ve forgotten how to knit narcoleptic + wild dreams watching finnish/nordic/polish murder mysteries

tough guys

“look at those fucking flower shorts.” “i like them.” “and he wears a fucking hockey jersey. no fucking concept. i told him to get some tennis clothes.” they devolve into a discussion about fashion on the tennis courts, discussing the AUS open before swerving back to their friend with bad taste. “pink shoes. fucking pink … Read more