I've been thinking about how we hold on to our identities as writers even when we don't have work out in the world, are moving into a new phase of life, or coming to the end of a journey.

The story was: the prince found you with hope and a single glass slipper. As if he’d be fucking someone without knowing her name.

"A Forgotten Notebook," a curated journal in the style of Annie Ernaux and Sarah Manguso, is now available to read at The Collidescope.

Thanks to the Half Mystic team, "A Leopard Leaps, Deep in Love" truly reached its formal and poetic potential.

The email 2 hours ago said FWD: FYI: last Friday 1 of our students threatened to rape another I teach both

Even in my own private journal the following day, I struggled to put my emotions about the performance into words. Ode time!