Tipsy and heartsick topsy-turvy. I spend the evening with an ex-boyfriend in order not to think about the ex-girlfriend. Talk about a coping mechanism. Just shoot me now. Twelve hours left in the [...]
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 [...]
