Do you know how many novels I have authored in my head? I walk around in circles with imaginary words. Sometimes the words are so loud I climb beneath the covers and I scream. Sometimes I eat them. Take a corner of an m and gnaw and gnaw like dogs with bones. Sometimes I light …
Nothing is too ugly for this world. I think, rather, it is us pretending not to see. My father tells me a story, about my grandfather’s funeral, and how an uncle approached him and asked if he had seen the casket yet. I am two, maybe three, on some stranger’s lap probably beside my brother, …
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Watch this Video I said that when I revamped the blog, it was going to be different than it was before. A bit more real—more rugged and more raw. Exploratory. Experimental. I think, if anything, it’s proven mostly to be confusing to the people who are close to me. Our society is a social media …
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Today, I placed my forehead on the keyboard and typed the letter j a hundred times. With my nose. The tip of it. Something soothing in the motion. I never loved the letter j and yet here I am, a stream of jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjs across the page. I was supposed to water my grandmother’s roses today, …
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Render. What is this body I have made? How strange, this physicality of self. The things I have become, and all of those I haven’t. Sometimes, when my eyes are not quite working right, I look like someone else inside the mirror. Unfamiliar. Foreign. I wonder if my mother would still know me—but, of course, …
My bathtub has a leak. My fucking bathtub, has a leak. I had a story posted on a site last week and in the story I talk all about how I am going to go home and run a bath. And so I go home and run a bath and all the water comes out …
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The Northridge Review is shifting to an online literary magazine. We are accepting work from writers across all genres, fields, what have you. I'm the Prose Editor for the Spring Edition, and I'd love to see your stuff. Send me your weird, eclectic, unconventional writings. Make my skin crawl. Give me nightmares. Or, just tell …
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The Wild Heart of Life 