It’s Irish History Month and Women’s History Month, so come join an Irish American writer (who also happens to be a woman) talk historical fiction, Irish folklore, and whatever else you want to know. And it’s on Facebook. So you don’t even need pants. Continue reading
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! In keeping with my last post about soda bread, here’s a poem that seemed fitting to share on such a holiday as this. This poem began quite randomly. A box of barley went missing in the apartment. Poof. Gone. I searched everywhere to no avail. As no one had eaten it and it’s not like someone would break in just to steal half a box of barley, I jokingly blamed the trolls. I’m a mythology major, I do that. Continue reading
If my last poem left you hankering for more, you’re in luck. Two of my poems were featured in digital magazine Fabulously Feminist: Art For Eco & Social Justice today. I’m excited to be in Fabulously Feminist and I’m thrilled with how well it turned out. But don’t take my word for it, you can read the whole thing, including poems “I Am of Fire” and “A Willow Weeps for No One”, here. While you’re there, feel free to poke around and check out the rest of Fabulously Feminist’s awesome work. And let me know what you think of my poems.
I don’t put a lot of my own writing on here, even though it’s a blog about writing, because many places consider works posted online to be previously published, thus making them ineligible for publication, unless the place in question takes reprints (usually at a lower pay). It’s a bit of a catch-22: share work and most places will no longer take it or don’t share it and it’s not helping you build a fanbase or giving people a look at what you actually do, think, and feel. I know artists with similar problems: sell your paintings and you don’t have them for your portfolio; don’t sell your paintings and you’re fighting over an old package of ramen noodles with the feral cat in the alleyway.
Thus, I have only shared works I have no immediate intentions of sending to short story or poetry markets. However, I recently wrote a poem about my grandfather, who has been in ailing health for some time. I wrote the poem earlier this week and my grandfather passed away this evening (I was fortunate enough to have written it just in time for him to hear). Continue reading
Please see my previous post, “The Fanny Tales – The Barista” for an explanation of what the hell this is and for the introductory prologue of my modern Chaucerian character, The Barista. As stated before, the assignment was to write a tale that the character might actually tell, thus creating a collection of different stories in diverse styles with vastly different morals. As the class’s bawdy tale of sexual escapades was covered by “The Marriage Counselor’s Tale” (see previous post), I decided to play it straight, as I think this at times cynical barista may still believe in happy endings. Continue reading
Tonight I started reading The Canterbury Tales again. For those who don’t know, The Canterbury Tales tells the story of a group of people who meet at an inn before setting out on a pilgrimage to Canterbury and agree to tell each other stories along the way to pass the time. The text follows a general pattern of a character’s prologue followed by the story they tell.
Back when we studied The Canterbury Tales in high school, my humanities teacher, a fantastic woman named Mrs. Fanny (no doubt where she got her healthy appreciation for bawdy puns), had us each come up with a modern character (characters in the Tales are known by their profession, e.g. The Knight or The Pardoner or The Wife of Bath) and write their prologue and a tale they would tell, reflective of their values and personality. This resulted in such gems as The Child Star and The Marriage Counsellor. Continue reading