I’m happy to share a few pieces that have appeared online in the last few months.
r.kv.r.y is a great journal whose sole theme is recovery–broadly construed, in a host of contexts. Naturally, it seemed like the perfect place for some of the cancer sonnets I’ve been writing. They published a brief moment of our family going to Goodwill. Then, I was grateful to be interviewed for r.kv.r.y by Sarah Sadie about the experience of writing an accumulation of sonnets which all circle around the same cancerous subject. At one point I use the phrase “inchoate vitriol,” which seemed apt for certain days of treatment, especially in the beginning.
Speaking of sonnets about cancer, The Maynard published two of them, along with recordings of me reading them mellifluously. Both are about seemingly small things: how I slept on an air mattress immediately following my wife’s first surgery, and about the calendar she used to compartmentalize the number of days remaining of radiation.
And finally, I continue to explore and publish surreal little works of flash fiction. I’m grateful to have two new pieces up at The Cossack Review: one about a widow who leaves behind an inheritance of seven million dollars entirely in dimes, the other about someone who claims to be an agent who represents the stars–actual stars that are giant balls of fiery gas, not non-combustible Hollywood ones.