After We All Died by Alison Cobb. One of my creative writing classes assigned part of this collection of poetry and poetic prose, and the instructor recommended I read the rest after she read my speculative fiction short story (alluded to last month). This poetry is not about the future per se, but it is… Continue reading Reading Roundup: February 2020
Author: Sara Davis
The Reading Protocol
Today I interviewed a faculty member who will be teaching an online cross-cultural communication course at the university where I work. The online course is new but her expertise in the area is decades-long and rich and varied, and I enjoyed talking to her about how one goes about studying and practicing something as ubiquitous… Continue reading The Reading Protocol
The Tato and I: my Fallout 4 journal
When I started playing Fallout 4 last spring, I fell hard for this post-apocalyptic Skyrim world and found myself talking about my irradiated farms when people asked me how I was doing IRL. I started posting updates to my group chat so I could act a little more normal in public. Spoilers, etc. March 22… Continue reading The Tato and I: my Fallout 4 journal
Reading Roundup: January 2020
First, a story. In one of my fall creative writing classes, I volunteered to get my story workshopped early in the term. The only problem: I hadn't written a story yet. I seesawed between topics and ideas for a week until finally--the day before it due--I found my story. Then I wrote like a woman… Continue reading Reading Roundup: January 2020
A small grief on the subject of the body
I got back from a conference in New York late one Wednesday night. I left my bag mostly packed, knowing I'd be back on a train that Friday afternoon to visit friends in New Jersey. On Thursday night I went to see a murder mystery movie; afterward, at my place, my partner made us drinks… Continue reading A small grief on the subject of the body
A small grief on the subject of home
I take a bus to the city where my mother was born to sit with my aunt on her deathbed. Before we go to her, my older cousins drive me to the family house to drop off my single carry-on and maybe eat. “I’m just going to get a glass of water,” I say. “Rinse… Continue reading A small grief on the subject of home
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