Monthly Archives: September 2019

Water damage and a hobbit house – My writing retreat

I participated in a one-day writing retreat last weekend, a chance to challenge myself by writing to prompts and shaking up my usual routine with a new setting—namely, the McMenamins Edgefield, a historic property full of whimsical art and tucked away rooms and buildings to explore.  A few days before the workshop, local media reported a burst pipe had caused an evacuation and flooding at the Edgefield.  Thankfully the damage wasn’t as bad as the news made it seem, and the workshop could proceed as planned.  I arrived to the sight of equipment, tubing, lots of work being done in the hallways, plastic around all the piping, that sort of thing.  It added some extra character to a place that already has lots of that.

In the afternoon I plunked myself down in the property’s Little Red Shed, a little hobbit house of a building, for a quiet writing session.  I had the place pretty much to myself.

It was a lovely, productive day.

McMenamins Edgefield Little Red Shed
The view from my afternoon writing spot

Poetry publication: “Calypso, Riddled”

I’m happy to announce that my poem “Calypso, Riddled” appears in the NonBinary Review issue themed around Homer’s epic The Odyssey!  This issue explores, reinterprets, and extrapolates upon the source material, taking the reader on their own “odyssey” through many authors’ perspectives, each like the next island in the route.

You can also hear the audio of my poem on Zoetic Press’s Alphanumeric podcast, read by Lise Quintana.

I recall the fateful day my undergrad Classical Cultures class was finally going to discuss The Odyssey.  This was the big one I’d been waiting for on the syllabus, with all the epic’s fantastical elements—the creatures, the adventure.  Alas, early on in class that day I raised my hand not to contribute to the conversation but to excuse myself, for I’d succumbed to a 24-hour flu infiltrating my dorm.  Not my finest moment.

I feel so vindicated having this poem published.  Consider it my belated contribution to the discussion, a brief exploration of agency and consequences.