Longshot Island just published my slipstream story, "Lawrencium." It's about a giant jellyfish that invades a Canadian town. You can read it here: http://www.longshotisland.com/2018/08/20/lawrencium/
I recently learned that my prose poem, "Flood, Fire, Mountain," was selected to appear in Writers Resist: The Anthology 2018. It's coming out this October, and there are plans in the works for a reading at AWP 2019 in Portland, OR, and possibly elsewhere. Stay tuned!
My poem "Photosynthesis" was just released on the Poetry on Buses website. You can read it here: http://poetryonbuses.org/poems2017/liz-kellebrew/
The tale of my encounter with the esteemed zombies of Rene Depestre's Hadriana in All My Dreams, courtesy of Pif Magazine: http://www.pifmagazine.com/2017/06/hadriana-in-all-my-dreams-is-a-sensuous-zombie-feast/
I am a shining star, shining over the valley where David slew Goliath. I see the blood upon the stones, I see the color of my bones where the birds have picked them dry, Where the sun has shone like a rainbow from heaven. I am waiting now on the loincloth of Goliath. I am … Continue reading A Memory of Salt
Relaxing on MAX, Dennis Maxwell/Port of Portland.
They think I am a coyote But in my trickster nature I use this disguise to watch them. The Red Line MAX Portland. They think I look so cool fitting right into the city smiling when a young hipster passes me shouldering his messenger bag earbuds in the ear tuned to the Creative Pep Talk podcast. Soft right down to my furry paws Coyote you’d recognize me anywhere Seattle Tucson New Mexico. People say there’s no more wile in the wild but there’s always a coyote.
My writer-friend Liz Kellebrew sent me this photo of a coyote traveling on the Portland MAX light rail, taken back in 2002. They think this coyote came onto the train with a fare checker, and it…
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Gold. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing, unless you’re talking about filling bad teeth or encircling ring fingers. There might be some days when you wished for more of it, because for some reason we think of it as money in this country, as well as in most of this world. It’s strange to … Continue reading Gold Standards
First recorded in the Historia Brittonum in the 9th century, awen is a Welsh word for what we might call poetic inspiration. It’s also interpreted as instinctive knowledge, a muse, a breeze, or a flow. Getting in the Flow Writers, musicians, and artists talk about getting “in the flow” when they’re doing their work. So … Continue reading Chasing Awen
I'm at a writing conference in Port Townsend, WA this weekend. The Snow Moon is full and so is Venus. There's even a comet. The high astronomical tide combined with intense wind gusts closed bridges and canceled ferry runs, so crossing the water to get here was a bit of a dance with celestial forces. … Continue reading Building the Stars
I occasionally feed peanuts to two crows who visit my apartment balcony. There's quite a large crow colony near the University of Washington in Seattle, and awhile ago I had the opportunity to go see some crow specimens that the researchers there were working with. I thought I'd get to see something like the interaction … Continue reading The Specimen