Pencils Down This Page Left Intentionally Blank (Unless You’re Reading it) If you are not the oneto whom I am writingStep off. This page has been leftIntentionally blank Like those little blue exam books.All potential.All allure. If you’re the one I’m examining, you’ll know it’s you. I’ll give you a penAnd the time for theexamContinue reading “Nota Bene”
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Mega “Stuf” Grief as the Tide Continues the Drift
Now Playing: “Sugar Shack” by Jimmy Gilmer and the Fireballs (1963)(It was my parents’ song because my mother’s parents once owned a tiny restaurant called the Sugar Shack. Isn’t that adorable?) Listen along! Today, I ate Mega Stuf Oreos and drank Coke Zero while trying to write my mother’s obituary. (She’s not gone yet, butContinue reading “Mega “Stuf” Grief as the Tide Continues the Drift”
The Trillium Dollar Question and the Approaching
Mackinac Island, a necessary breath in our life right now. When Barry’s workplace offered to take a busload, Word Raccoon tapped me on the shoulder and asked to go. Anything for WR. We packed too many snacks, not enough caffeine, and a firm resolve to stay politely aloof from the group tour energy—until WordContinue reading “The Trillium Dollar Question and the Approaching”
Word Raccoon’s Poetry Has Been Published!
NOW PLAYING: Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) – Florence + The Machine Posted by Word Raccoon, Keeper of Glitter and Occasional Wisdom Friends, nibblers, poetic co-conspirators!I’m doing joyful somersaults in the compost heap today. My little raccoon heart is pitter-pattering like a vintage typewriter on a deadline. Because guess what? 🌟🌟🌟 Three of my poemsContinue reading “Word Raccoon’s Poetry Has Been Published!”
All In (Except When I’m Not)
Now Playing: Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance(or fine, “How Deep is Your Love” if you’re feeling unironically tender—Word Raccoon sees you.) Subtitle: In which Word Raccoon wears earrings, opens the door, and questions your life philosophy with snacks. Hi, Word Raccoon here.Let me start with a poem, one of my mostContinue reading “All In (Except When I’m Not)”
My Novel Is Like a Weary Mattress (And So Am I) Or, the Literary Powers of Love
Now Playing: The sound of the fan overhead. Because I’m too tired for anything else. Look, I know what you’re thinking. But this isn’t that kind of blog. I’m just saying: my novel is big, hard to maneuver, and no matter how I position it, it never quite fits where I think it’s going toContinue reading “My Novel Is Like a Weary Mattress (And So Am I) Or, the Literary Powers of Love”
I Keep Leaving My Novel in the Uber
(Now Playing: “Here You Come Again” by Dolly Parton) I tried singing the karaoke version the other night and had completely forgotten it spans three keys. I’ve got a decent range, but good golly, Ms. Dolly. Word Raccoon, in the background, was fanning herself with a taco shell and whisper-sobbing, “Modulation is emotional warfare.” IContinue reading “I Keep Leaving My Novel in the Uber”
I’m Longing to Linger ‘Til Dawn, Dear (Word Raccoon Got the Rizz!)
Now Playing: “Dream a Little Dream of Me”(Yes, I sang it last night. All heart, zero shame.) Reporting live from the bunker where the Busted Poetry Vending Machine sits flickering, refusing to dispense anything but metaphorical lint and fragments of verse. Word Raccoon’s tried shaking it, threatening it with a ballpoint pen, and bribing itContinue reading “I’m Longing to Linger ‘Til Dawn, Dear (Word Raccoon Got the Rizz!)”
From the Forgotten Drawer: Looking for Virginia
Originally published in Woolfzine (2017) Now Playing: Virginia Woolf by Robyn Hitchcock (I heard him do it live. Snaps.) I wrote Looking for Virginia back in 2007 for a creative writing class. For a long time, I wasn’t sure what I’d made, only that it felt sharp and strange and necessary. No one saw itContinue reading “From the Forgotten Drawer: Looking for Virginia”
Waiting on Coffee: A Comic, Could be a Whole Series
Soundtrack: Now Playing: “Art School Girl” – Stone Temple Pilots There’s something both oddly sacred and super casual about the phrase “Let’s grab coffee soon and talk about your work.” It floats around workshops, readings, literary events, DMs—spoken with the breezy warmth of “let’s catch up sometime” and the casual optimism of people who mightContinue reading “Waiting on Coffee: A Comic, Could be a Whole Series”
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