I teach creative writing in prisons. It’s remote through correspondence at the moment, but my program is popular. The skill levels of my participants are vast. I have some pretty incredible writers whose skills are humbling. …

I’ve been grueling over this piece for months and that’s before I became distracted and stuck allowing this piece to languish further. It’s another season now from the beginning of this time capsule. The world has moved on, at times in a rapid flutter, but these moments will be immortalized…

I’m almost finished with a whole other piece, but that one will have to hold because I have some feelings I’m struggling with. I know it’s hard to keep track, but we’ve had yet another hate-fueled mass shooting. …

This story is a continuation of and inspired by “The Poet’s Husband” by Molly Giles, and can be found in Micro Fiction: An Anthology of Really Short Stories. His wife not really slight but not robust either stirred in her sleep as he looked out the window, eventually her arms…

“You never listen.” Lyla bitching as she’s slamming around the outside of the van, opening and shutting doors so recklessly that I was beginning to wonder if they’d done something to offend her. It would be funny if she weren’t making our shift tense and annoying. “I listen plenty.” “How…

Something else I need to noodle, and feeling really stuck with it. This piece is mostly for me, but maybe if I put this out there for the meager public this reaches, someone might be able to give me some kind of idea. But maybe at the very least writing…

It’s not that I’m ungrateful this year; I’m just especially disorganized and can’t get my shit together. I wish procrastinating was some kind of recognized sport. I’d kill at it. I don’t know if I feel silly much this year, but I do at the moment. …

I’m not one for performative activism, but I get that people enjoy their rage tweeting and posts while refusing to do something productive that actually helps people. Do I sound bitter? I think I sound bitter, but I doubt anyone can tell because I’m almost always prickly anyway. …

I need to noodle something that’s really tedious, so I figured this would be the appropriate forum…you’re welcome. I’ve been mulling this thought over for the last twenty-four hours. I’ve been framing it as something I *might* do, but I know myself. There is no might. I’ll totally be going…