And they will halt my ghastly nose-dive into hell, and lift me up, up, high up into the fields of stars. The quote is from “The Lifting Team” by Christopher Hewitt, poet, “queer crip”, person in recovery, posthumous honoree of the award I received this year for “Drowned River.”
Month: December 2015
Essay for the Rumpus
This essay was prompted by the editor, Arielle Greenberg, who asked writers to reflect on “how looking at the world through the lens of an alternative sexual orientation influences the modes and strategies with which we approach our creative work.” It was a pain to write about writing, but a pleasure to publish something so seriously dirty.… Continue reading Essay for the Rumpus