This is how down to the bone it gets, folks: SCENE ONE:Me: So I printed out everything I had written for the MFA program before I came to the residency.My advisor: And?Me: And the theme I see [...]
Who woulda thunk it? I tried some fiction: He was tired. Bull-fucked, hound dog tired. And he toiled his way up the stairs to his third story apartment, fingering the keys in his pocket, clumsy [...]
Yes. She says yes and I am off and running, already certain this will be an ass-kicking semester in the best ways. It won’t be easy. This woman is a master of narrative tension – something my [...]
Choosing your advisor for the semester genuinely feels like a courtship. Some students can do this quietly; others, not at all. Myself? Well if the analogy fits, then I can only conclude I’m [...]
It’s 9:00am and in Taylor auditorium Claire stands at the podium, ready to stampede. Music blasts from the small stereo at her left, a hit single from Meatloaf, back in the day. He incants [...]
It’s another balls to the wall day and by 9:00 p.m. I am spinning-word weary but in the best possible way, like drugs that don’t kill brain cells but still lend themselves to transference. Some [...]
It’s our first full day and already we are flying. Marvin is all bells and whistles in the best ways possible, but also gets down to the heart of it during the first craft talk of the residency. [...]
It’s day one of the residency and already Beth, Kyle, Catherine, crew, and I are clinking our Mason jar glasses in toast to the clouded sky and the summer solstice. We walk far, far into the [...]
“Whoa, guess I gotta drain the lizard!” one of the bachelor says. This, from the house of the dead herb garden featured in yesterday’s photos. “Ken Griffey’s gonna [...]
