This American Life, National Public Radio, 23 December 2007. “The Opposite of Gary.” From Georgetown Review (literary magazine, not political site). “My Father Was a Traveling Salesman.” Sonora Review, University of Arizona, issue 55/56, 2009. New Mexico English Journal, (October 2018), volume 32, issue 1, pp. “The Lesson” was also a finalist in the Sycamore Review’s Wabash Prize for Nonfiction (see figure above). Creative Nonfiction, Winter 18/19 issue. Wooden Spoon, a reflection on corporal punishment, is in the April issue of Mutha Magazine. God and the Magical Potato Chips a chapter from my manuscript appeared in Empty Mirror, publication date, May 24, 2019. Ode to a Tree Trunk at Tiny Seed Literary Journal, publication date December 9, 2019.Ĭochina de Mierda, a piece that focuses on characterization, is up on The Writing Disorder, publication date June 20, 2019. Origin Story, a chapter from my manuscript, appeared in issue 90 of Cutbank. Vagina Habitus, a lyrical essay, appeared in issue seven of The Hunger Journal, on February 7, 2020.ĭeveloping a Time of Writing Voice in Memoir, a piece on creative nonfiction craft, appeared in The Brevity Blog on February 5, 2020. The Fall, a memoir essay, appeared in Mutha Magazine on February 11, 2020. Two poems in issue six of Poetica Review published during the summer of 2020.Īgainst a White Background a reflective essay, appeared in Mutha Magazine on July 30, 2020. “The Performance,” an excerpt from my manuscript, appeared in “The Haunted Issue” of Hayden’s Ferry Review in the fall of 2020. “Trip to the Mechanic,” a flash nonfiction piece was published during the spring of 2023 in Unknotting the Line: The Poetry in Prose, number five in the Poetry of the Southwestern US seriesĬompounded Labor: Developing OER as a Marginalized Creator published MaIn the Library with the Leadpipeįive poems appeared on The Coachella Review site TCR Daily in the summer of 2022, one of which “White Space” was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. If you follow him on Twitter he promises to tweet more often.“Horace” a poem will appear in issue 39.1 of The MacGuffin In Print & on Web He recently received 2nd place in Wisconsin’s People and Ideas Fiction Contest. His writing appears in McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, The Los Angeles Review, X-R-A-Y Lit, Identity Theory, and others. Richie Zaborowske is a dad, librarian, and author from the Midwest. And I almost laughed too, until you handed the can to me and said, breaking my heart in two, “Here Dad, here’s your beer.” So it was funny, how you held it out at arm’s length, how you scrutinized it like it was a puzzle, and not what it was, the most common thing in the world. You had never seen canned juice before-only the little boxes. by tinytweets located in San Francisco, California. She laughed again when you held up the can and looked at it. Shop Personalized baby blankets, nap-mats, pillowcases. She said not once, but twice how brave you were as she handed you a granola bar and a tiny can of apple juice. ![]() She liked to laugh, that nurse, and I could tell she liked you. It must have worked because you didn’t flinch but laughed instead-the nurse laughed too. Then she asked you about your Elsa Princess shirt, and if you liked Frozen, while I held your hand to distract you as the needle went in. ![]() She told you about muscles, and blood-said a heart was both and somehow more. But I was fumbling to explain the heart, our hearts, when the nurse came in. The stethoscope was easy-you had a plastic one at home. You pointed out each instrument and asked me what they were, what they did. When your name was finally called to your terrified delight, I chased you up the long carpeted hallway to that cramped room-where we waited some more. Holding a skinny crayon, you colored his shoes green but spent more time looking my way-ensuring that I stayed within the lines. I had a fat red crayon and was filling in his shirt. The chair was so small my knees almost came to my chin as I sat and colored Daniel Tiger alongside you. The tattered coloring books before us, the coffee can of crayons. And that day in the waiting room as we sat there for what seemed like forever, I did my best to entertain you. But I want you to know that although I was exhausted, you always had my full attention. ![]() The revelry from the night before hung onto me, smothered me, made each movement a chore as we made our way to the doctor’s office. You were just three and needed a flu shot. Our CNF dumpers range consists of the CNF T70 dumper, CNF T95, and CNF T150 tracked mini. You probably don’t remember, but you were with me for my final hangover.
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