Bailey Merlin
This week has been one of those “When it rains, it pours” sort of situations. After a submission frenzy earlier this month, two of my poems were selected for publication later this year. One was “The Wonton Taco Effect“, a piece that I have been trying to have placed for nearly 2 years. The other was “Ceylon, Ceylon“, something that I wrote at the kitchen counter last month while a roommate made French toast.
I might be a poet after all.
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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