Striped I fell from a dock in the summer,
split my hand open like a ripened fig,
blood drip-dropping to ruddy the waves
while I gulped down salty red,
I swam to shore, hand raised
above my head, looki
This year has already been so busy. Marriage. Grad School. Research Project. Promotion. And now, at last, I can put my dream on that list: Novel Publication. That’s right, ladies and gentlethems, my n
With school in full swing, creative writing has taken a back seat outside class. However, readings about illness narratives have translated into some interesting exercises. In honoring this blog, I wa