To celebrate tomorrow’s launch of Mangrove Journal‘s winter 2017 issue, here’s part of the story I wrote that wormed its way in. It’s incredibly long, so I’ll post it in two segments. This also happens to be the first part of my novella, Take of My Body. So to be dramatic: without further ado, I present my dearest story, “Hair.” Continue reading
The waters of the arctic are home to a creature that inspires feelings of adoration in all whom, in the past, have been fortunate enough to glimpse it. Continue reading
I debated all summer on how exactly to reply to the question “Why should a writer travel?”—travel is important for everyone, not just the writer. However, books can be lifelines for those who cannot travel. Continue reading
Trigger warning: this discusses physical abuse and knives.
I suppose the downside of writing any story is that some English instructor somewhere will ask the class how believable your story is. Continue reading
So I was going through some of my old files the other day, and this is something that I–at one point–thought was clever. It’s from my sophomore year of high school, and I have no idea what the prompt was supposed to be. The thing itself is almost a lengthy prose-poem. Since it’s the first day of December, I figured this is a good time to wail about missing autumn. Continue reading