Rewriting

Over at Electric Literature, Lincoln Michel recently took on the much-repeated advice that you shouldn't edit while you write, and it got me thinking about my own attitudes toward revision. Turns out, I'm actually a pretty fervent believer in revision. In fact, the longer I write, the more I believe in it. I happily assign …

Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, July 27: David looks both ways when crossing the street, keeps a hand at the small of her back when they walk together. His palm is warm, slightly damp, and the sensation of his touch climbs up her back to settle between her shoulders. The inside of his mouth tastes sweet, …

Sunday Six

Not a lot going on around here other than Sunday Sixes these days, it seems. Six sentences for Sunday, July 20th: A bright white light erases her. It always goes like this: the light, the light, an indelible flame on the inside of her eyelids—and then she wakes. Outside, a storm. Lightning breaks from cloud …

Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, July 6th: Consider the coming awake, no dreams to rise from. What must it have been like, to wake never having woken before? That first light through stuck-shut eyelashes—clear white and sharp, refracting through untested corneas, causing new pupils to contract in milky-blue irises. And the first stuttering breath—lungs balking. The …