I am now represented by Amanda Orozco and Noelle Falcis Math at Transatlantic Agency! I’m this much closer to retiring from software engineering and becoming a full time writer!
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Fret not, I’m not retiring any time soon (probably). Debugging is less of a pain than revising 💯
I’ll be reading at the Santa Fe Writer’s Project’s first reading on pleasure. Check out the issue here: https://www.sfwp.com/the-sfwp-quarterly-issue-24-winter-2021/
I’ve got a piece out about ducks in Jellyfish Review! 🦆
How do I get unlost on my own
The bottom of the pond is covered by a blend of tan, ocher, brown, and grey stones, hauled in by teams with hoses and buckets and bright yellow hard hats and orange vests. Painstakingly timed waves ripple from the center, generated by a motor and a pump somewhere out of sight. Not too loud. Not too quiet. A consistent undulation, the perfect backdrop for taking in shallow breaths after a wine glass-shattering argument. At the pond’s edges, water drains down to the source of the ripples, a pump forcing movement until seven pm every day – it is the same water over and over again. Had the pond been less shallow, had it been as deep as the ocean, there might have been room for a Loch Ness monster or a man-eating clown. But Mother Duck paddles to the side and leaps…
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It’s a bit hard to see
behind the reflection
right there
that mirror, a deceiver
a story teller
who says:
In the morning,
With your empty stomach
height untouched by gravity,
come stare–
will the next 24 hours
as experienced by this body
be carved to memory?
Behind the reflection
under the light
these outstretched hands
granite shaded, rough edged silhouette
grasping for float glass,
and eyes shut–
locked in.
Lucy Zhang