So grateful to Literary Affairs in Los Angeles for inviting me to moderate a panel at the Beverly Hills Literary Escape. Best quote, Joan Silber: “Raise your hand if you’ve never done something stupid for love.” None of us did. 💗
Delighted to have my story "The Doors" in River Styx Guide to Money and Power. The editorial board here is is a force-- very happy to see this bit of Nevada in your pages.
Lori Nix’s dioramas in “Post Human Utopia.”
Lately I have been concerned with utopia, and the ways in which we create dystopia out of our utopian spaces, and how every dystopia also contains glimpses of utopia, and how to write a fucking utopian novel with a baby strapped to one’s chest.
This is where my man Colin and I spent our baby moon– north of San Francisco, in a town called Point Arena, and all the parks around that zone. So gorgeous. All of these shots are Colin’s. xx
I love it when this happens. The website “Short Form” found an excerpt of my story and reposted. So nice! Here’s the taste that they tasted:
From “Born Again”
After our fourth failed attempt in which Bosscat charged the front entryway and was deterred by a guard in navy blue, we headed to the Stakeout for a few rounds of Mind Erasers. Captain Rick footed the bill. Deborah was there with three guys up from Nellis; she kept stroking their shaved necks and pudgy cheeks. It had been my first venture away from Shelly in a week and I could breathe lightly; I played pool against the air force using straight geometry and Captain Rick fronted me a small smoke to share with Deborah in the alley beside the vat of grease. Come to think of it, that’s when the hotdog smell started. After our smoke, my fourth in as many days, the minutes at the Stakeout bubbled and popped quickly, leaving only the taste of Kahlua and salty sex in a crowded closet bathroom. I can just barely recall a square of yellow sunrise out a window the size of a fist.
We read it in The Collagist.