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ESSAY IN WINTER 2019 ISSUE OF THE ANTIOCH REVIEW

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My essay “Nine Parrot Tulips” will soon be appearing in the winter issue of The Antioch Review.  To learn more about the journal, click the link below.

http://review.antiochcollege.org/antioch-review-home

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NOVEL EXCERPT IN VOLUME 16 OF HOTEL AMERIKA

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The experience of Chapter 13 of it all melts down to this: a novel in timelines awaits:

http://unp-bookworm.unl.edu/product/Hotel-Amerika,677132.aspx

SOLIDARITY

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In solidarity with the compelling testimony of Dr. Blasey Ford before the Senate Judiciary Committee on September 27, 2018, I reprint below crucial sentences from River Bend Chronicle (page 12) detailing the specifics of sexual assaults I experienced in the 1970s beginning at the age of nine. The attacker was my mother, a lawyer. Forty years had to pass before I was able to write these words.

I had only rarely rebuffed her inappropriate touching in the dark upstairs bedroom as she talked about her marital problems and the famous murders she had read of, and described—in the most bizarre twist, while kneading the balls of my feet or applying salve to my buttocks—the various ways that a child could fend off an attack, either by being perfectly quiet and still (like the student nurse who had hid under the dorm bunk during the Speck massacre in Chicago) or by screaming and pissing and all else. On my tummy, spread-eagled, I chose the former. I listened to the leaves rustling outside the window and to her voice inside, also rustling. She requested permission before every infraction—“Can I rub…can I put on…?”—and I complied. She asked with such need and desperation that I sympathized with her more than myself. Her hurting me became me helping her, being with her in her darkest moments, or trying to be there—as the voice telling me what to do were I attacked was at least a hundred miles from the hands doing the squeezing. In those mad moments she offered her oldest son the mad choice either to believe in her as a protector or revile her as an enemy, and if I knew the best choice (I could not afford to lose a parent—not then!) and tried to make it, I also knew the truth.

ESSAY IN FALL 2017 ISSUE OF ECOTONE

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“The Hornpipe and The Rake” appears in this issue centered around the theme of Craft, and containing—cover-to-cover—a multitude of glorious surprises.

For more information follow the link below:

https://ecotonemagazine.org/submissions/upcoming-issues/

FICTION IN FALL 2017 ISSUE OF ST. PETERSBURG REVIEW

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“August Bloom Log, Entry 1: Emergence” appears in the fall 2017 issue of St. Petersburg Review.

According to the editors: “The journal was founded in 2007 to honor the spirit of samizdat, the disenfranchised Soviet writers’ practice of publication through whatever means, and to celebrate the Russian literary tradition of perseverance. Over the years we have expanded the scope and breadth of our journal to feature work by writers from more than 50 countries.”