I’ve been gone from the Collective for a while now, but I’m back with an interview that I hope is worth the wait. I had the pleasure of encountering Michelle Latiolais’s writing when my friend lent me her short story collection Widow. It is one of the most beautiful and stunning collections I’ve ever read. […]Read more "Girl on Girl: Michelle Latiolais"
It has been a while since I’ve conducted one of my offshoot interviews of the Girl on Girl series, the Dirty Talk series. I am honored to bring it back with one of Portland’s most beloved writers, Kevin Sampsell. Kevin is one of the kindest writers/publishers/Powell’s employees I know. During my two-year tenure as a […]Read more "Dirty Talk With Kevin Sampsell"
About three years ago, I took a one-day workshop that studied how the fairy tale, an old and important form of storytelling, affects other writing, namely through structure. It was in that class that I was introduced to Kate Bernheimer’s work through her thoughtful essay “Fairy Tale is Form, Form is Fairy Tale.” As I […]Read more "Girl on Girl: Kate Bernheimer"
I’ve been writing the Girl on Girl series since the start of this year, and as I look back on the amazing women I’ve interviewed and the wise words they have shared, I am extremely thankful at my luck to have encountered so many inspiring people. Up next, I’ll share my interview with Kate Bernheimer, […]Read more "A Girl on Girl Wish List"
I came to know Dorianne Laux’s poetry through a recommendation from another poet. Upon reading “The Lovers” (read it online here), I felt excited to find a writer who treated sex as more than a physical act, and in her writing as more than a cliche or a shock to get her audience’s attention. She […]Read more "Girl on Girl: Dorianne Laux"
(Read Part IV here) The waves pull at me, prevent me from sleeping. It’s been at least an hour since Captain passed out, a half hour since Marco fell asleep, judging by his snoring. It sounds like he’s competing with the waves tonight. I lay on my bunk staring at the bottom of Marco’s bunk, […]Read more "Sirens (Part V)"
(Read Part III here) “You know what sirens are, kid?” Captain asked me today while we worked. I pictured my mother’s body being loaded onto the ambulance, the wailing sound it made when it first pulled up to our house, too late. “No sir,” I answered. I’d recently taken to calling him “sir.” It seemed […]Read more "Sirens (Part IV)"
(Read Part I here and Part II here) I barely slept at all the first night because I was too nervous about starting work the next day and anxious about my new surroundings. When Marco and Captain fell asleep, I slipped outside and stood on the deck. In the darkness I watched the still water, […]Read more "Sirens Part III"
(Read Part I here) “Welcome to Anchorage, Kevin. Now, let’s get the fuck out of here before my ex-wives find out I’m here.” That’s how Captain introduced himself to me when he picked me up from the airport. He had a white beard and wore a blue knit cap pulled down tight over his head. […]Read more "Sirens Part II"
The waves keep me up. It’s not fear of a storm or the fear when I think of the boat drifting out to sea or the fear of capsizing. It’s not the seasickness, which I’ve gotten under control by now. It’s not even Marco’s snoring, which starts out softer, more erratic, like a sputtering engine […]Read more "Sirens (A Summer Serial)"