I was walking on another trail in my hood, this one heading straight down from Kite Hill. It must have been around Easter. As if that could explain why I encountered three beautiful slices of legendary HoneyBaked ham, evenly spaced on the footpath like little pork pavers. Nice thick pieces with crusty glaze coating just […]
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Lessons from a Maxipad
I take morning walks a couple days a week up to Kite Hill. My heart doctor recommends it, since the election. The past couple months, I’ve been coming across garbage at the end of the road past my dead end street. From overenthusiastic garbage trucks, recklessly heaving their bins. There’s a maxipad in particular that […]
Ceci n’est pas un blogpost
I’ve been thinking about resurrecting this old blog that used to be called Bigfoot Lives! but I haven’t been sure how/what/why. So here’s a photo of a print that I love that’s in my office. There’s some stuff reflected in the glass. Get over it. I purchased the print at a WriteGirl benefit a bunch […]
Review of “Troglodyte”
Reviewed by Karen Rigby February 27, 2014 Reinventing oneself becomes an imaginative feat in these arresting short stories. Tracy DeBrincat returns via her third book with portraits of distressed youth who seek change through hyperbolic, imaginative, or risky feats, and women in apparently stable relationships who experience unspoken doubts. With an accomplished eye for interior […]
HB HD & WCW @ BB
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HD (HILDA DOOLITTLE) & WCW (WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS) @ BEYOND BAROQUE! 9/21/2013 Was thrilled to read last night along with notable and esteemed poets Harry Northup, Brendan Constantine & Holly Prado. Here’s the text: You might be wondering why a fiction writer is reading at this celebration of imagist poets. I originally inquired […]
My Coyote
The first time my coyote spoke to me, I was about six, sleeping all happily as I did then, dreaming of cartoon space ships and moving sidewalks and ocean tsunamis washing up over the shore and sweeping away my house. Sometimes when I had tsunami dreams, I’d see black swirls for an hour or two […]