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THE SLEEPING PORCH
Under The Gum Tree, October 2017 "My body shrank to the size of the crumble atop a sugar-dusted doughnut, one I hadn’t tasted in years, and I asked from my crumb-smallness how many times they had kissed. The boy I loved lied. Only once, he said from a far-off distance, like he and my crumb-self were stars apart." 
CLIFF SIDE
Jet Fuel Review, Issue 13 "He hunts satellites and shooting stars. Make a wish, one of us says. We go silent. The night pulses with cricketsong. This cusp of October is summer’s last hurrah, and the crickets in the chaparral cannot be still. Chirp, they cry. I am lost for a breath. Then, like a prayer: Keep this man healthy; take care of my man." CRIMPING THE EDGE
Gulf Stream Literary Magazine, Issue 15 "I mention the girls in a phone conversation with my grandmother, and she sounds confused. Which is the eldest? she asks. Like there isn’t a need for her to remember their order. Like she wonders why I bother to mention them at all. They’re your great-grandchildren, I want to say." CRIMPING THE EDGE
JAM Creative's Momnipresent live storytelling show, May 2018 "The thorns from the bushes inflamed my mother’s skin with painful welts, but she was hell bent on taming the wild into a garden, and she reaped the berries for pie and jam. For my mother, gardening, like marriage and motherhood and so much else, was a battle to wage. She also picked raspberries from behind the house near the apricot tree that never gave fruit. " SUNDAY MORNING
The Poet’s Billow, July 2016 Winner of the Bermuda Triangle Prize Pushcart Prize nominee Best New Poets nominee "The clouds sweep over the mountains. In their wake, rivulets, debris, and birdsong. It was rain that woke me at 2 a.m., dropped pitched rings on the metal chairs and glass tabletop, duller tap tap taps on the patio brick. The mockingbird started at 4. I clenched my teeth and three corners of the flannel sheet. It was the rain that woke me, but the cold that kept me up." STEPMOTHERS: FROM SINISTER STEREOTYPE TO CONTEMPORARY COUNTER-NARRATIVES
Lilith Magazine, Summer 2016 Cover story feature "Without biological children of my own, I hang off the side of Rose and Shiloh’s tree like a forkless appendage grafted on later. It’s a wonky tree, but a common enough variety. When I try to envision our particular version, the kids swing from a bandaged broken limb between their mother and father. I like to think that despite the bandages, the added branches from me and (on their mother’s side) their stepfather and stepbrothers make the tree more lush." HOW TO MAKE AN APPLE PIE
From Sac, December 2016 "Stir frequently. Call your stepdaughter Official Stirrer and fish a wooden spoon from the drawer. Feel a little irked that this baking business was her mother’s suggestion. She acts like everyone is her assistant. By making this pie, did you buy in?" MY MIDDLE SCHOOLER'S MOVING ON TODAY
Role/Reboot June 2014 "It’s a good name, “middle” school. They’re not quite who they used to be, and not quite yet who they’re becoming. We were so haughty at 6th grade orientation three years ago—we thought we knew our girl. But middle school is somewhere and nowhere at once, and like a tilt-a-whirl it shakes you up and spins you silly till you want to puke. Then it spits you out, wobbling on the street, in an dazed aftershock." HOW I CAME TO ACCEPT MY PARTNER'S EX-WIFE
Role Reboot, March 2013 "You can see the faint blue of her early words on the palimpsest’s dry-erase surface. Shiloh never cares about the remnants of her past projects, and I find them strangely precious. I try to learn from her. The blue traces on her white board are like the girls’ heights we pencil in on the kitchen doorframe. They are markers of time passing, and growth." |
LUNCH WITH AN AUSCHWITZ TOUR GUIDE
Moment Magazine, March 2013 “There’s a ski resort nearby,” he continued. “Toward the end of their holiday tourists sometimes wanted to get serious for an afternoon, so I’d bring them to the Camp. They always sang songs on the bus ride there.” He shuffled his cup across the water mark on the table, and then added, “Afterwards, on the ride back to the hotel you could hear a pin drop.” FORGIVENESS AFTER AN AFFAIR
Role Reboot, April 2013 "Maybe, ultimately, optimism is what makes us hang around too long. Then at the very end, in our rush to be free, or our attempt to hold on, we wreak havoc. Over the years, as I made my way through layers of healing, I discovered my own culpability." | ||||
Critical Essay / Reviews / Craft Notes
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A REVIEW OF ANA MARIA SPAGNA'S UPLAKE
Brevity Magazine, June 15, 2018 "Thinking of my own cabin in the woods, I wonder if it was fear of my ability to sustain fascination with quietude that drove me back to the city. From the porch of her Stehekin home, Spagna, too, hankers for faster internet, multiculturalism, book readings, concerts, subways, restaurants, and museums. Winnowed with levelheaded contemplations, Spagna examines the timeless tension between wonder and stasis. She ponders how, or when, to engage or assuage her desires for novelty in the stillness of a quiet place." 5 REASONS WRITERS SHOULD MOVE TO TAMPA
Literary Hub, April 13, 2018 "The flash-bang of thunderstorms a hundred days of the year has earned Tampa the dazzling title of Lightning Capital of North America. Yet, the electric city and greater Tampa Bay area also shimmer from the fusion of rich cross-cultural heritages, magnificent flora and fauna, and an ardent grassroots literary community that welcomes new writers-- or old writers seeking a warmer clime." THE PROMISE OF PURPOSE
Lunch Ticket Special, October 2017 (web) / March 2018 (print) "At its heart, social justice is a question of authority—who has it, what narratives are valued, and whose voices are heard. If LT’s mission is to publish those narratives… my own mission as editor was to hear the narratives of my colleagues on the journal, to value not just the work they did on the journal but what they could contribute to our behind-the-masthead community." CUTTING EDGE AND CUTTING THROUGH BARRIERS: A CHAT WITH ARIELLE SILVER, EDITOR OF LUNCH TICKET
The Review Review,Nov. 2016 "We want the journal to be wider in narrative scope and artistic aesthetic than any of us might be as individuals, so we start with a conversation about our individual limitations – whether they have to do with experimental versus traditional forms or about the cultural and literary canons we’ve encountered." THE CARE AND FEEDING OF A NEW LITERARY JOURNAL
Brevity, September 2015 "In honing in on what exactly Lunch Ticket is about, I’ve reflected on the nuts and bolts of what make us unique, and how we’ve gotten to where we are. Unsurprisingly, our uniqueness has influenced our trajectory." BEYOND THE LIMITS OF HERE AND NOW
Alana Saltz, May 29, 2015 "Half of writing is remembering. Our memories tie us to our senses and feelings, to the very essence of being human. The internal drumbeat of emotional experience. The waft of sensory input. Somehow, the two dimensions of a word on a page expands this physical life beyond the limits of here and now." HEART CONNECTIONS: INTO AND BEYOND THE PARTICULAR
Lunch Ticket blog, May 1, 2015 MIND MAPS: THE BRIDGE TO CLARITY
Lunch Ticket blog, March 27, 2015 TRANSLATION, TRUTH, AND WRITING ABOUT THE KIDS
Lunch Ticket blog, February 20, 2015 THE TWO IS
Lunch Ticket blog, November 14, 2014 A WINE BAR, THE BLUES, AND THE REASONS WE READ
Lunch Ticket blog, October 10, 2014 MFA AND THE MYTHS OF BEING AN ARTIST
Lunch Ticket blog, June 27, 2014 SAY MY NAME, SAY MY NAME
Lunch Ticket blog, July 11, 2014 THE STORIES WE SHARE
Lunch Ticket blog, June 12, 2014 BBBBENNIE, THE MUPPETS, AND VIRGINIA WOOLF
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NARRATIVE AUDIO AND PODCASTING: CRAFTING STORIES FOR THE EAR
Assay: A journal of nonfiction studies, March 2018 "As a writer of both stories and songs who has survived the Los Angeles I-405 traffic perhaps only because of This American Life and Radiolab, I should have considered audio storytelling ages ago. Yet, dabbling in narrative audio only occurred to me recently. This panel pulled back the curtains on the genre, revealing craft considerations, gear suggestions, the panelists’ own projects, and work that inspires them." 
WORD FROM THE EDITOR
Lunch Ticket, December 2016 "Like warring tribes, we’ve now turned away from each other and returned to our camps, separated by a modern Mason-Dixon line in the divided states of America. We curl up with our own news sources, revel in our own truths. The fissure is too deep, we say, and so draw a line that relieves us of reconciling our differences, scrutinizing root causes, or compromising our values." WORD FROM THE EDITOR
Lunch Ticket, June 2016 "Later, we pull over to the shoulder of a freeway and gaze at an entire landscape altered. We tell our kids, half bitter, half sweet, about the olden days, and about the moment—violent, maybe; achingly long, at the time—when the geological and cultural terrains changed. The burned towns, the heated debates. The hot disputes that carved cockles through cities, fault lines through families." WORD FROM THE EDITOR
Lunch Ticket, December 2015 "A few days after our last issue’s publication, in South Carolina, a gunman entered a 199-year-old church during a prayer service. This specific place of worship had held a prominent role in social activism from the slave era to the Civil Rights Movement to the Black Lives Matter movement. The white gunman, in what is now known as the Charleston church massacre, confessed that he attacked the black congregation during a prayer service and killed nine people in the hopes of igniting a race war." THE ANTIOCH REVIEW: OUR RESPONSE
Lunch Ticket (May 2016) "Self-inquiry is a crucial component in personal essay. So, too, in any literary endeavor which comments or criticizes a group to which the writer does not belong, is research due diligence. Harris’s essay reveals vital defects in both of these aspects." |