Featured in The Rumpus, my first pub of 2022: “We drove under power lines with putty-colored plastic spheres threaded through the center, dotting the skyline. I asked him what they were for. ‘That’s where someone threw their ball in the air and it got stuck.'”
rainfall as sound meditation
Is it crazy that I see each piece as a living and breathing thing with its own identity? That I don’t want to poke it too hard for fear I’ll injure it somehow?
I remembered how inspired I felt after Alexander Chee’s and Porochista Khakpour’s joint keynote. Alexander Chee said, “I had this habit of erasing my accomplishments”.
Donna Tallent 