This piece was published in 2013 in Burningword Literary Journal. I have it linked on my Poetry page, but it looks like you need an account on that website to see this now. So, here you go! On the commute homethe clouds form a tableatop four grain silos,each grand, different. It reminds me of you. … More Poem: Farmland
I can’t wait to share this with you. … More Issue 1 of roam is here!
A poem that I had published a while ago. Enjoy! … More Poem: swallowing sounds like boiling water
The whole world is not okay, but I am. For now. In this moment. And that’s all I can ask for. … More Workshop Wednesday: So I had a pretty big day, and then everything went sideways
Something new I’ve been noodling about how I deal with trauma. … More Poem: Chirality, or, I asymmetrically create my body against genetics
I am still learning, and living, and loving, and, more often than not, coping. … More On poetry, or, a story of how I fell in love with myself again
Here is one of the poems I read at a recent open mic. … More Liz Writes: Some poetry
Let’s get something straight. I write fiction. Fiction is what I do. Novels, short stories, flash fiction, non-fiction (it made me crazy, but I did it). But every now and then, when the moon is at its apex in the eastern sky and the crickets are singing and there’s beer in my belly and the … More …Like a Patient Etherized Upon a Table
Hellooooo all of my beautiful followers. I promised you yesterday that I would have news about NEAT. Well, lo and behold, we are LIVE. NEAT. started as a conversation in the beginning of July between myself and my friend TM Keesling. We asked each other: How can we create something that we will be proud … More The first issue of NEAT. is now live!
Well folks, as of today, I am a published writer! The lovely folks over at Burningword Literary Journal have seen fit to give two of my poems a home in their July 1 issue. I literally squealed when I opened the email. Part of my excitement comes from the fact that these two poems are … More [Insert Pinocchio voice here] “I’m a real boy!”
