Tag: Arkansas


I am weary of my worn out sentences that begin with “I” – those crutches I lean on while the voice of an old writing instructor lets slip from the corner of her mouth, a grimace – her clear indication of disappointment, and perhaps this … Continue reading Rock-Making

Daily Ache

Arkansas carves a daily ache   Greeted by a fat skink scuffling below a sweetgum A tick burrows into my foot and Constellations bloom across my skin   All this unarranged communal intimacy All my friends feel like lovers Even Trombicula autumnalis   Maybe it … Continue reading Daily Ache

Home State

What a joy it is to find a permanent home for my essay about the intertwining thresholds of place, identity, and marriage. Thank you, Arkansas Review!