on getting Locus published

There is something inherently repellent about sharing my work–something akin to the ick of boasting. But this isn’t something I inherited or that grew on its own. I’ve worked for it. I shouldn’t feel icky about sharing my excitement when it finds recognition.

Shouldn’t.

So I’ll pretend to be the type of person who can take a bubble bath in my happiness when I say this: My newest writing project is now published with Bottlecap Press.

Locus is a collection of vignettes–short prose pieces blending memoir, history, and lyrical prose into a braided narrative, working like a spiral to uncover a personal truth, however elusive and painful it might be. Sometimes it feels like poetry, sometimes a raw examination of memory. I also incorporated photography, illustration, and digital design, my other loves, to tell the stories. It’s published as a 24-page chapbook, similiar to zine.

The project began in Gabrielle Civil’s class at our recent Stetson residency at the Atlantic Center of the Arts. She asked us to explore our lineage, where we come from, going back and back and back. I found myself picking at pieces of my personal history, especially with my grandmother, looking for a sense of conclusion.

I don’t know if I ever find it in Locus, at least not when I look outside myself.

I am excited to share this with you. Thank you for being a part of my creative journey. See more here.