The White Fists of Old Letters: On Being Plathian

The White Fists of Old Letters: On Being Plathian

I. October 5, 2017 It’s hard to say when my work was first called Plathian. It certainly could have been during a senior year college...

The Sword

The Sword

Vera Black walks the line as she empties her email, but in a death march kind of way. She finds herself rummaging through routine rejection...

Against Our Own Best Time: Competition Among Writers in the Margins

Against Our Own Best Time: Competition Among Writers in the Margins

In the small town where I grew up, I was strange and lonely. Books were my solution. The page was the easiest place to name...