Writers Resist featured my prose poem "Flood, Fire, Mountain" in their 2018 anthology, and I couldn't be more pleased! Out now, this book features a stellar cast of writers, including folks like Nikia Chaney, Alina Stefanescu, and Jonathan May, to name just a few. Buy it on IndieBound Buy it on Amazon
I've been working on a collection of short stories for the past year, and just printed out the first draft. 4 pounds and 5.5 ounces.
My "prosetry" chapbook, A Music of Ribs, was selected as a finalist in the Black River Chapbook Competition! I'm honored to be on this list: https://www.blacklawrence.com/spring-2018-black-river-chapbook-competition-finalists-semi-finalists/
My short story, "Lawrencium," was featured in Longshot Island's newsletter. You can check it out here: https://preview.mailerlite.com/s3h6k6/967682147622064506/n9z0/
Mink River by Brian Doyle My rating: 5 of 5 stars It's been awhile since I read a novel so evocative and lyrical. The plot unfolds as naturally as breathing. Everything in the world of Neawanaka, Oregon is an essential part of the story: the places, people, animals, the river and the sea, the rain … Continue reading Goodreads Review: Mink River
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