I did a lot of thinking in 2015, then even more in 2016. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with myself, what kind of career I was going to pursue, what kind of craft I was going to focus on. Due to my 9-5, my creative writing and reading had been pushed to the side for a language that was contractual, methodical, tedious (actually my creative writing is much like that, too, minus contractual). Using this tongue and my daily focus on the dry landscape of writing for a company left me feeling creatively bankrupt in my personal practice. Instead, I was turning more and more to physical and visual acts of creativity: gardening, woodworking, creating structures with K. I told myself I was getting my house in order so that my mind was could be clear to write. I’m not the type of person that can live somewhere unsettled, somewhere that feels askew. This phase of ordering and building, though, has taken longer than expected. And what I saw as I built and created, was that I was at the precipice for a bigger change.
Some Lydias found a home within Banango Street’s issue 4. Check them out here. The whole issue is pretty great, too.
It feels like we’ve been working on issue 9.1 forever, but it’s only been a short eight months. Ha! Anyway, the feature in this issue, Sehr Flash–a collaboration among writers and composers–turned out amazing, and people are Digging it. Check out some pretty sweet reviews below.
I have some Lydia stories up over at Wigleaf this morning. They are the last ones you’ll get before the top 50 are posted. Go check them out? Lydia pretty much needs you to. Wigleaf.com
(& a big cat hair covered thanks to Scott for including them!)
For the past three years I’ve more or less been a hermit. I woke up, performed my morning rituals (internetting, coffee, watering plants, breakfast making), then maybe I went to school, maybe I did nothing, or I read, I roamed the isles of Target, then gymed, then went back home again. It was an easy lifestyle. It was a privileged lifestyle. Regardless of how weird or dull it made me, I was living it easy.
I was invited to speak on several panels at AWP this year and, while I’ve organized a few before, I have never been on one. So when I took on the editorship at BWR and was suddenly getting invites after last year’s conference, I was feeling a little bit like HOT SHIT, but was also petrified at the idea of being an authority on anything.
Thankfully, the one panel that was accepted by the conference is something I feel I can speak on, quite easily. So If you’re there, join me for it. We can talk about the blending of art and literature and feel fancy.
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I am reading next week at the Everything Is Bigger series. Check out all the info here.
Paper Darts published a short story I wrote about a man named Raj and his American experience a few weeks ago. Things happen in it. There is: arthritic joint pain, chaco tacos, and mountain dew. I forgot to post it, but here is the link.
Check it out, beautiful, imaginary reader.
I have a prose poem about Wordsworth’s Preface, feeling stuff, winter, and not wanting to feel anything up over at CHEAP POP today.
I wrote this my first semester of grad school when I was a Teaching Assistant for a late British literature course but never sent it anywhere, for who knows what reason. This particular piece is a companion to “from An Enquiry into The Origin of Lady Burk’s Ideas of The Sublime and Beautiful” previously published at Hobart.
At Green Bar, 2350 4th St, Tuscaloosa, AL 35401, 7:30 PM
A lil lady named Jenifer Park did the poster. Check her out.