“Neighbor Network” | 21 October 2019 | Queen Mob’s Tea House
Ninety-nine percent sure it’s a dog.
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Essay | Flight Deck: My American Novel Warmup Stretch | 9 January 2019
I’m thinking (DeForest’s) checklist, like some martini mixologists do with the vermouth, advises to have all ingredients at hand, then let the spirit move you.
Read more "Essay | Flight Deck: My American Novel Warmup Stretch | 9 January 2019"Mickey Rourke | Lost Balloon Magazine | 29 March 2017
She thought he was a poet, and treated him as such.
Read more "Mickey Rourke | Lost Balloon Magazine | 29 March 2017"My First AWP Experience: Sessions, Friends, Readings! | 8-11 February 2017
AWP 2017 Washington, DC: Some photos from Hot Pillow III, Fightin’ Words, Fast Flash Reunion, Word Tango Meetup, and Cold Dark Flash
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The caddy moved forward, gave a little rattle when Earl backed off the gas pedal.
Read more "South Congress | Structo | 18 February 2017"Today’s Workshop Leader | True | 15 February 2017
“It’s like,” now palms facing in prayer and moving forward and backward, “if you are the true center of a sad onion, how can you not cry?”
Read more "Today’s Workshop Leader | True | 15 February 2017"A Gust of Wind Blows in through the Window | Matter Press/JCCA
This guy tied weather balloons to a webbed aluminum lawn chair—I think he bought it at Sears—and took off. There he is! We were just talking about you!
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“But Grant innovates within genre and gender roles. Think of it as noir fiction hitting the West Coast in 1940, idling in a cul-de-sac for a few decades; then Grant hops into the driver’s seat with some Hispanic heroes and villains as passengers for a fresh spin around the block. “
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“Big Tee’s hushed voice said hold, son. Give me a moment here and I’ll take your hand.”
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