To Fellow Lovers of Morning Light and Birdsong News

Dearest gold-flecked hearts, fellow lovers of morning light and birdsong news. What do they say, those birds, to the truest listeners? To the real audience desperate for Nature’s waning love, they say: Beware. Be real. Be mine. Keep listening. I’ve been writing every morning. The NOVEL I finished in the springtime is a fast-paced speculative […]

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Whiskey-Niner-Kilo (Excerpt)

Vehicles are parked haphazardly across the center of the road, alongside curbs, doors flung open, engines running. Each one is empty. Max parks the Crawfords’ Ford in front of the Constable’s office, cuts the engine and pockets the keys. Don’t look panicked. Walk in there calm and cool. There is no one present to remark […]

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No Voice of Her Own: A Cento Collection (Excerpt)

Because Because the story of our life becomes our life I expected full sentences drawn in thick dark ink; poetry; something evoked from childhood mythology. I’d wanted to retrofit theory to text to make sense of what it means to be alive in various stages of array and disarray. I’d wanted to see the limits […]

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Ramshackle Houses & Southern Parables (Excerpt)

Yesterdays We drive with the windows down Letting sticky August fingers tangle our hair. Ribbons of dust and gravel wave alongside Miles of spent cotton rows. Ramshackle houses, eyeless and idle, Stand guard over engine block boneyards. Rusted fenders and cinder blocks shade old dogs Sniffing out a familiar stench. We drive past bent neighbors, […]

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