Being quiet around here means I’ve been dealing with a lot of rejection and getting angrier than I should: There is really no reason for this seething because: 1) This is nothing new to me, 2) I know it isn’t personal, 3) there are tons of submissions, and of course,...
I don’t know much about road trips. What little I do know about them comes from memories of anticipation in the backseat on our way to the Magic Kingdom and the dreams of my own city of multicolored monorails. Who ever cared about the rides? Or Mickey Mouse? Only the...
Do you have any rain rituals? I think about the patterns of forgetting the garden and remembering the sound of wind chimes coming from our neighbors’ patio. I think about all the times I played a farming simulation video game with my sister, since rain is always so important for the...
I have been typing and typing, but no words. Numbers instead. Little robot doing repetitive tasks. The nerves are dead. Open your hands for me. They’re too soft. I can almost feel the blood. They might make nice replacements. In November, I attended the Miami Book Fair with an old...
I am not going to launch into a reintroduction or make excuses because I promised I wouldn’t last time. I will just say things as they are. A few months ago, I was asked to help read submissions for Keyhole Magazine, which I happily agreed to. They now have a...