Feckless Cđź’—nt = A book for our times.

Chills, inspiration, + absolute genius.

Feckless Cunt: A Feminist Anthology is a book I want to read again and again.  It’s one of the most powerful, gorgeously honest books you’ll read. We collectively need so much right now and this collected body of work is too important not to share. To Susan Rukeyser and all the writers in these pages: I so love you.

From the dedication and the introduction straight on through, every page is pure power. Still pinching myself that my allegorical flash fiction lives here, too. (“Rebirth is a Mother” is the name of my offering here.)

Words have power, and the words in these pages are declarations, exclamations, reclamations. Thank you to everyone supporting our voices.

 

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New Hampshire, have some books.

Thank you again to Z Publishing for selecting “Just Off Main Street” for inclusion in the New Hampshire’s Emerging Writers Anthology. It’s been really wonderful to discover more local voices and, as it turns out, at least a couple other featured authors are graduates of my alma mater. Go, Chargers! I donated a copy of the book to our college library, which is perhaps one of the most rustic and charming college libraries around.

I also donated a copy to my local public library, which, happily, is celebrating its 125th birthday this year. How cool is that?

Congrats to everyone, and happy reading.

Also Out Now! NH’s Emerging Writers.

New Hampshire’s Emerging Writers: An Anthology was just released by Z Publishing House and is available for order both on Z Publishing’s website and also on Amazon. The book is part of a new nationwide series.

Links here and on the Books! page:

https://www.zpublishinghouse.com/collections/modern-anthologies/products/new-hampshires-emerging-writers-an-anthology?variant=14595384049779

https://www.amazon.com/New-Hampshires-Emerging-Writers-Anthology/dp/1727191692/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1536959344&sr=8-1&keywords=new+hampshire+emerging+writers

When I have the paperback in hand I’ll post again. Looking forward to reading everyone’s stories.

Out Now! #FCAnthology

Feckless Cunt: A Feminist Anthology is LIVE! Weehoo.

You can order a paperback copy from Amazon: https://amzn.to/2Qh2MAa

From the back cover:

“Samantha Bee said a bad word! The worst word.

She was scolded by the same pundits and politicians who helped lower the bar to the dirt for acceptable Presidential behavior. Donald Trump tweeted that Bee should be fired for her “horrible” language. It was not that this moment of hypocrisy was worse than all the others. But it was a moment of ENOUGH.

The 55 pieces of poetry and short prose gathered in Feckless Cunt: A Feminist Anthology offer a powerful, multifaceted response: how it is to live in our time, in this sexist culture. Feckless Cunt is about what we carry and will now set down, what we’ve held off saying but want you to know.

Edited and Introduced by Susan Rukeyser.

Contributors:
Susan Abbott
Liz Abrams-Morley
Lisa Allen
Dori Appel
Judith Arcana
Tina Barry
Bonnie Brady
Gayle Brandeis
Marion Deutsche Cohen
Kym Cunningham
Caryn Davidson
Holly Dunlap
Sarah Einstein
Alexis Rhone Fancher
Ann Marie Gamble
Tania Hammidi
Hanan Hazime
Alice Kaltman
Genevieve Kersten
Christina Lovin
Jana Martin
Sarah Fawn Montgomery
Brenda Morisse
Kari Nguyen
Devon Ortega
Ailey O’Toole
Alzenira Quezada
Tracy Robert
Ki Russell
Janette Schafer
Eva Schlesinger
Nina Shengold
Holly Spencer
Alison Stone
Donna Jo Thorndale
Keri Withington”

Thank you to Susan Rukeyser for giving life to this remarkable anthology! I’m honored to be part of this important project and can’t wait to read it all up. Once I get my copy I’ll be back with more on this book.

#FCAnthology

A new story, a new lit mag

A new short story of mine called “Lunar Command” is up now at a cool experimental lit magazine based out of Australia, named SleazeMag. It’s their inaugural month and already they’ve published some excellent, powerful voices. Happy to be included as a part of their kick-off. And their website is beautiful. Have a look: sleazemag.net

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Super excited to be part of this new anthology of writers from my state! The book includes at least a couple other graduates from my college, which is very cool. Many thanks to Z Publishing for reaching out and including my work.

Pre-orders are open now (see the Books! page for the link). I’ll be back with more once this comes out September 13th.

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Standing Together

2018. A year since I’ve posted. Trying to regain a writing routine: fiction, bits of nonfiction. I’ve switched computers and my work is saved here and in other places and I’m trying to be ok with words spread across several electronic realms, while old partially-filled notebooks crowd the corner of the bedroom, sandwiched now between folders of resistance work: conference call notes, event dates and take-aways, political brochures. These folders I hadn’t anticipated.

It is a shock, every day.

I find myself gravitating to social media to feel connected, to confirm I am not hallucinating, to verify that these times are in fact as crazy as they feel. I think that is ok. My heart drops every time a new alert is pushed out to my phone. Sometimes it is good news, something to grab tightly for a few seconds before the next wave of hateful something announces itself in glowing text.

We wanted to be connected.

Sometimes it feels like there is very little to show.

If one person runs their shoulder repeatedly into a brick wall, in an effort to knock it down, that person is crazy. Their shoulder will shatter before the wall comes down, making this a stupid analogy.

I’ve lost count of the resistance events I’ve attended. Each time I leave for one, my husband says: Be careful. He watches the kids while I’m gone. My daughter has joined me before but all three of my kids are so young, and I’m trying to shield them as much as possible, don’t want them to witness the turmoil. I’m sad, embarrassed, angry. I want so much more for them. I am trying to clean up a mess, like I clean up every mess in their world. Not showing up, not speaking out, is not something that would have even occurred to me. It’s mandatory, just like laundry, and buying toilet paper.

On January 15, 2017, after the election but before 45’s Inauguration, Meg Tuite and Ken Robidoux published a video called “Standing Together” in an issue of Connotation Press. It is about coping in the years ahead, and I’m so proud to be included, with my one sentence I worked on for far too long and read off-camera while I filmed. I’m humbled to again be included in a project with folks I admire so very much, and am again blown out of the water by the heart of Meg and the heart of Ken and the hearts of everyone standing together. It matters.

Here’s the link to the vid:

https://connotationpress.com/crazy-rabbits-review/2962-standing-together

It’s a great compilation of thought and I love how varied it is.

2017 was also filled with lots of family activity: my grandmother turned ninety (she has since passed, Valentine’s Day 2018, reunited with my grandfather; she met him on a blind date many many Valentine’s Days before and so we tell ourselves this is part of their story); a long-anticipated and saved-up-for treat from my parents for a big weeklong family vacation rental on the Cape; two sister weddings sandwiching an Achilles heel surgery for my husband, before my daughter started full-day school for the first time and my twin boys began their first year of preschool.

Breathe.

For my youngest sister’s bachelorette celebration, we did a paint and sip night, and for some reason (wine, possibly) I ended up painting some true feelings instead of a black tree and a white moon and a beautiful night sky. So I named it “Russian disease tree” complete with a “red flag” for a moon and drops of blood red spots for stars and a tree turned ashen with flecks. A diseased Russian tree. Summer ’17, painted in our state’s capital.

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I like how it looks leaning up against the antique white of the playroom, a playroom still half-finished, painted when my oldest was just two (she will be seven this spring). One day one of the kids left this dog sitting in front of it and I snapped a picture before turning off the light and following them upstairs, because I loved it, and hoped I could use it for something.

I’ve secretly named the puppy Mueller.