Flash Fiction up at Split Lip Magazine

My Sad Werewolf is a flash story about proper guest etiquette.

Read it on Split Lip Magazine!


Thank you to Maureen and the entire Split Lip Team for helping bring this story to life!

Thank you to writer’s Kira Frank and Emily Montgomery who run the Tuscaloosa Writer’s In the School’s Program where I wrote an early draft of the story.


Flash Fiction up in Streetlight Magazine: Vanilla Music for Sinister Women Coming of Age

Hi, I wrote a short story about a Katy Perry song, road trips around the tri-state, and vengeful motherly apparitions. Check it out on Streetlight Magazine. (About 320 words) 

A draft of this was written from a prompt in Robin Behn’s Style Studio: Sentence class. Thanks to all who listened to an earlier draft and gave feedback.


Essay in Electric Literature

In late September of 2017 I almost died of a heart attack. I wrote about it and published the essay in Electric Literature, which you can see here (about 2800 words)

The quotes used in this essay is from Roy Scranton’s Learning to Die in the Anthropocene

Reflections on the End of a Civilization which you can pick up from City Lights (The Publisher) here: http://www.citylights.com/book/?GCOI=87286100064510

Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0140EEM8W/ref=dp-kindle-redirect?_encoding=UTF8&btkr=1

Seriously, pick it up. It’s an amazing read.

Third Post for The MFA Years: Consider a Workshop or Conference This Summer

If you follow this blog frequently, you probably fall into one of three categories:

  1. Applying for an MFA this year and anxiously waiting for the results of all your application labor.
  2. Highly or hardly considering an MFA and wanted to find out if current or past candidates got the most out their experience.
  3. Currently in an MFA and looking to help out who are navigating the treacherous waters of MFA applications or are considering one.

Regardless of where you are, I highly recommend thinking about a workshop, conference, and/or retreat this summer if you aren’t already.

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Second post for The MFA Years: On Goal Setting

When we were young, Pops’ promised my older brother and me that we’d go somewhere new as a family every year—if we had the money. With enough savings we could take a trip to the motherland (the Philippines) or a trip to Canada; maybe we’d even go across America in an RV. We thought we could go anywhere Pops would dream up, and we ate every word of it—but there was never enough money to do any of these things or the time.

There was always another overtime shift available to help pay off an overdue medical bill or credit card payment. We spent money as fast as we tried saving it. There was never enough of anything. That’s part of the beauty of growing up in the working, immigrant, poor: you’re always hopeful for shit to get better—if it doesn’t come, it doesn’t matter; what matters is that dream for a better existence, once…


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