Day 13

At Tea Chai Te in Northeast Portland, there is no coffee on the menu. But there is bubble tea, which is better when my throat is sore and better because it’s unique and better all around because [...]

Day 11

It’s difficult to know where to begin. The home stretch of the residency almost kills us all. At the first residency, I made connections and learned more than I can measure. I returned home a [...]

Day 10

The party is a hit. (That’s the flash fiction version.) Surprise guests? Editors from Copper Canyon and Lost Horse Press (good God!). Peak moments? Discovering the board game, The Babysitters [...]

Day 9

[Correction from last night. MB did not say that lyrical poetry was a dying art.] Today is my 28th birthday! I’m so exhausted and elated from all this work, that tonight I’ll let (an edited [...]

Day 7

“We cannot resolve the darkness of the human condition…yet we still sing and dance…” MB said at the opening of his residency craft talk, You’ve Got Some Nerve. “I believe that art and philosophy [...]

Day 6

We write because we think we know who we are, or at least, because who we are in the moment has something to offer to the world. Which notion of course carries the façade that the writer makes [...]

Day 5

There is sun in the morning and so I walk. Gulls flwap-peel their webbed feet on the cobble-pave promenade and I see, for the first time, a large land jut into the ocean. It cannot be more than [...]

Day 4

It’s challenging because, even through the simplest lens, there are two worlds: 1)Attending the workshops, craft talks, presentations, readings, panels, and organized social events during the [...]

Day 3

[Correction from last night: T.S. Eliot] We begin with a panel discussion: “Besides reading and writing, how did you get this way?” Right off the bat PF jokes with the audience. “What way am I? [...]