Friday, August 19, 2016

New Essay at Queen Mob's Teahouse


Check out my rumination on roller derby The Quit and the Damned.

















Excerpt:
New jammers, on the other hand, are all enthusiasm, all top speed and full steam ahead. In their minds, they are already in a power jam scoring countless points as the other jammer sits helplessly in the penalty box. The reality, of course, is much more sobering. First they find fear—a sudden unreasonable desire to pass the starred panty (which marks them as it did Cain though their invulnerability is a dare not a warning) to anyone nearby even as they slip it on over their glassy phallic helmets.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Two New Poems at Up The Staircase Quarterly





Excerpt from #buckle

"like Liv Tyler in Italy
worrying Hope Sandoval’s bottom lip:
menacing,
inviting,
and aware you are watching." Go to UTSQ

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Rhino Reading


Sunday, July 17, 2016 | 4pm
Village Tap in Roscoe Village

Featured Readers
Esteban Colon
Timothy Cook
Nina Corwin
Al DeGenova
Marc Frazier
Katie Hartsock
Tim Hunt
Carlo Matos
Elizabeth O’Connell-Thompson
Ladan Osman
Marcia Pradzinski
Jen Schalliol
Bill Yarrow





Monday, May 23, 2016

New Review of Loon & Fiasco

Read Rachel Summerfield's review at Word Riot.




















"Readers will fall in love with this book. Even in its strange and wonderfully unique format, it manages to end sort of like a classic comedy: 'Are you married, yet? If not, come find me.' We all secretly like this kind of cyclical bittersweetness in a book, expected or unexpected, or at least yearn for or seek some kind of definitive, satisfying ending. One of Loon & Fiasco’s defining pillars is its earnestness in the face of its structural coolness: 'Getting lost your whole life is exhausting and so uncool.'"

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

New Nonfiction


Check out my essay "Smells Like Teen Spirit" over at Queen Mob's Teahouse



















"The bathrooms were not meant to be coed, but the sheer amount of puke splattered in shower and toilet stall alike often forced us to share the one shower that through sheer chance survived the previous night’s purge. Finding this shower was a challenge, like an early morning scavenger hunt made tedious by constant repetition. The math was nonlinear and the equations got away from us very quickly. Sean and I had a weekly pool in which we tried to predict which shower stall on which floor would survive the weekend unmolested. I learned a ton about statistical analysis that semester and about how difficult predictions are to make no matter how much data you have."