Sometimes you just gotta play Lucinda, my surname sister!

My fallow period is over. Now taking auditions for a new muse. Do I go to LinkedIn?

Come to the lovely Cannon Beach Library this Saturday for their first annual Local Author Festival and Fall Fundraiser. I'll be there, wheelin' and dealin'.

Oregon!

"...the way he ran, even in the cold, he ran, even in the smoke of the coal they burned for heat in those miserable tarpaper shacks, he ran the bases like a champ, and Erica learned it and loved it all." My lord, this award-winning story is perfection by @pahoehoe.bsky.social 💙💙💙

My short story, “Baseball Game,” took third place in Oxford Magazine’s Golden Ox contest. 🐂 1960s Dodgers baseball. WW2 Japanese Internment. A father and daughter. It’s all in there. Check it out:

My long story, “Kind Girl, Teacher, Sister, Whale” is up today at Pangyrus Literary. Got thirty minutes to spare? It was a sublime experience to inhabit this story during its composition, and maybe it will be so for you during its reading.

My latest pub this year, a story in So It Goes, the annual literary magazine of the Kurt Vonnegut Library. The theme was Labor.

Big-ass Doug fir trees. 6’2” offspring included for reference.

Thank you, Variant Lit, for taking my story!

First publication of 2025 is a reprint, but still special. Honored to be included in Pinyon’s 30th anniversary issue for a story they first printed 20 years ago! Beautiful full color artwork throughout. And a sticker!

My favorite cinema dog of all time is known as just plain “Dog.”

Hey! Found one of my books facing outwards in a small indie bookstore! #shelfie

So this photographer, K.B. Dixon, read about my Oregon Literary Fellowship and asked me to sit for a portrait for his series on the Oregon Arts Watch website. The result:

Wolf! I went for a hike near Playa Summer Lake. Apparently I had company.

I am proud to share that I am the recipient of a 2024 Oregon Literary Fellowship! Toot toot!

Here is my third collection, Taylor’s version:

Born too late! My writing is essentially doomed because my preferred press is the defunct but brilliant Black Sparrow (not that they would have had me).

Saturday seems like forever ago.