In December 2014, I had just completed my first semester of a creative writing MFA in Boston and was home for the holiday break. Mileage may vary for those in MFAs—and elsewhere, I’ve shared some my own small and large battles—but my first sampling of fiction workshops and rhet/comp teacher
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i. There was a time. There is time, and it fools us. It really does toy. Like he put it, it is titillating, this foreplay with death. As one day dawns with
LM Brimmer is a co-editor of the anthology Queer Voices: Poetry, Prose
A Short Film Starring Me at a Bathhouse I have a line
Eden Sundays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays brought up in belief before it was mine bible thumping, backneck kinda indoctrination on our hands and knees before the Lord that everlasting ache in the rib of Eve subservient, superpassible by the
The synthesizer forgetting and remembering itself. The four slow notes of time; descending breath of God.It helps that the fish get stranger as you go, and the children either fall asleep or silent. Young
Monk I Driving the I-90 I met a Monk. Monk and I became friends of a material wealth. One day Monk pricked a flower from between the highway cracks and told me to put
The Wildcat Den The sunset drapes gold and pink over the city,melting against adobe walls,where murals breathe storiesof ancestors who once danced in the dust.The scent of carne asada curls through the
My father, as an untamed young hunter and fisher, was camping near a stream when the volcano Mt. St. Helens blew on May 18, 1980. Far from phone lines and newspapers, he
1. Where to break is to begin ⠀⠀⠀⠀a. ⠀⠀a tectonic plate promises a shift ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ i. ⠀⠀Greek: tektōn “carpenter, builder” ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ii. ⠀⠀as a point where things start
Poem Beginning with Stage Fright and the Last Drop of Blood If most burned-out stars claim a retirement home in the heavens. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ If we’re always acting understudy to ourselves, and especially when
They bounced quarters in the bars of Brittany and old Spain, and before them Greeks flung the lees from their cups, accuracy portending intimacy with whomever the victor was besotted. But with
The live-room of the studio feels lived in. By this point in the session, the floor is barely there, snaked with cables and cases and mics. Miller Lite cans, potato chips, the
Was it the size—the width of wings, veined & spread, of abdomen, antenna—that invitedyour gentlest reach? Even through my tinted windows, rolling down West as I was, I could feelyour hesitation equal