I've been very into the idea of free writing in the mornings to clear the cobwebs out of my head. I'm trying to share more of my miscellaneous musings here as a direct result of joining a creative writing workshop again (glory be!), but also in an attempt to be a little less precious about … Continue reading Miscellaneous Musings: Teeny Tiny Freewrite
We are gathered here today to celebrate the life, and honor the memory of T’Challa: King of Wakanda, Leader of the Order of “I Never Freeze”, Defender of potato salad at black BBQs everywhere. #FuckYouAndYourRaisinsKaren #GiveMePaprikaOrGiveMeDeath With T’Challa gone, the universe has lost a bright light, and the world is a dimmer place. Not only … Continue reading Eulogy for T’Challa
I’m not having fun anymore. The faintly chemical scents of Icee pops and sunscreen clog the air; that toxically tropical harbinger of a good, old-fashioned pool party. I can hear the sun, practically fluorescent, buzzing like a cicada; that creaky, aching, rocking-chair-sound of summer. Playful screams slip into something Stepford sinister, and I’m not having … Continue reading Excerpt: I’m Not Having Fun Anymore
It didn’t always hurt. It wasn’t all bad. We were high-school sweethearts once. Full to bursting with young love, that blinding, optimistic rush of some hot feeling when eyes meet and linger across a crowded room, quick, fumbled young love, sloppy, self-conscious kisses in the almost-dark. “You’re everything to me. I will never hurt you,” … Continue reading It wasn’t all bad
No “stopping by” my apartment on his way to somewhere else. Visits are meticulously planned because they are rare. No physical presence, just a phone call away, let’s spontaneously grab a coffee or a drink after a long day at work. Instead, four walls, a computer screen full of meaningful subtext, a Skype date as … Continue reading Distance
# When my boys were younger, I lived in the pauses between my family’s clamoring wants and needs. A tremulous truce where no one was tugging at my clothes, asking for something; a ride to school, a half-eaten candy bar in the checkout line at the grocery store, another child. In one of these rare, … Continue reading Excerpt from short story “Lola”
MAC AND CHEZ A pop-up poem by Andrew Serota written in 30 seconds and originally published on Gchat Awake, fructose syrup, the microwave hums the Star Spangled Banner; Golden ambrosia, cure to my many ails; A dirty fork, no matter, transcendence cannot wait; This would go great with some Mountain Dew.
After a pretty substantial creative writing hiatus (thanks, grad school!) I'm pleased to announce that new writing should be coming to the blog soon! I've joined a fall writer's workshop and plan to participate in NaNoWriMo, so get ready for some fresh, new material. This is a photo of my yay new writing happy dance: … Continue reading New writing in the works!