Queer Writer, Repd by Janklow & Nesbit, 2020 Center for Fiction Fellow, Brooklyn
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the sky unclenches a mouth or two — water trips out of the night with the same sort of muscle your mother unbuckled to drop the bread knife on the tile. it all goes streaking past the long grey howl of window.
tonight, the house is a sound, the edges where the rain dies into water. the roof is a flat noise painted awake by a thousand needle-wide of shots in the dark.
the shrapnel catches in the ears, stays to make a soreness, and replicates a cloud’s shaking by jostling an eardrum.
no wounds wake up from dreams to populate your skin. the dog is scared like the world’s already been done and undone at least seven times
and it has but tonight this house is a sound and the tips of bodies shaking here only mean that it is being heard and there is an architecture to the thunder.
- c. essington
in a bite of lamplight, he stands up to say I love you. he says it slow so he can feel it in his mouth, rolling like a marble with no glass to put its body in. no one is there to take it, but it is still true. It is snow falling, looking for concrete.
- c. essington
the sky unclenches a mouth or two — water trips out of the night with the same sort of muscle your mother unbuckled to drop the bread knife on the tile. it all goes streaking past the long grey howl of window.
tonight, the house is a sound, the edges where the rain dies into water. the roof is a flat noise painted awake by a thousand needle-wide of shots in the dark.
the shrapnel catches in the ears, stays to make a soreness, and replicates a cloud’s shaking by jostling an eardrum.
no wounds wake up from dreams to populate your skin. the dog is scared like the world’s already been done and undone at least seven times
and it has but tonight this house is a sound and the tips of bodies shaking here only mean that it is being heard and there is an architecture to the thunder.
- c. essington
Just had a short fiction piece published by Maudlin House! Please consider taking a look if you have the interest and a speck of time to do so.
I’d also love to hear what anyone thinks about it, any comments/ critiques would be immensely appreciated.
http://maudlinhouse.net/engine-flooding/
We’re excited to announce that Siblíní is hosting a Summer Writing Workshop in Grand Rapids, Michigan over the month of July!
We’re currently accepting applications from high school and college-age students who are interested in learning more about creative writing and publication opportunities. For more information and to apply, please visit our website.
http://www.siblinijournal.com/#!writing-workshop/o95nw
If able, any reblogging of this opportunity would be immensely appreciated!
Here’s a poetry book review I wrote published by Cleaver magazine.
I’m teaching this workshop with another published and accomplished author! We aim to teach what high school and most college students do not learn about writing and publishing their own work.
We’re excited to announce that Siblíní is hosting a Summer Writing Workshop in Grand Rapids, Michigan over the month of July!
We’re currently accepting applications from high school and college-age students who are interested in learning more about creative writing and publication opportunities. For more information and to apply, please visit our website.
http://www.siblinijournal.com/#!writing-workshop/o95nw
If able, any reblogging of this opportunity would be immensely appreciated!
Here’s a poetry book review I wrote published by Cleaver magazine.
from here, the metal of the sink trips the bright of the afternoon into one blot of silver just thick enough to get dim on.
from here, sleep is below us like a manta ray is below the water. we feel wings, slick and cousined to a shark, slip across our eyes. we fall in and out of ourselves, hands very close to not touching.
from here, I’ve caught the picture of your eyes closed across the pillow, brain still shadowed, leg twitching on the rim of a dream. I woke up before you to find the world soft, to find a privacy, the bed dented lightly with the girl of it.
- c. essington
I love your writings. You are truly a talented poet and I love seeing your work on my dashboard. Congratulations on the publication in werkloos xx (take care)
Hey thank you, this is so sweet and lovely, just like you.
I’ve got a piece published in the second issue of werkloos, an online journal. It’s a flash fiction piece starting on page 17 called “Red Velvets”. Give it a look if you have a moment and a speck of interest, thanks!
PS I adore hearing what people think, so feedback is uber welcome.
(https://issuu.com/werkloosmag/docs/werkloos_spring_2016?e=22031949/36085278)
from here, the metal of the sink trips the bright of the afternoon into one blot of silver just thick enough to get dim on.
from here, sleep is below us like a manta ray is below the water. we feel wings, slick and cousined to a shark, slip across our eyes. we fall in and out of ourselves, hands very close to not touching.
from here, I’ve caught the picture of your eyes closed across the pillow, brain still shadowed, leg twitching on the rim of a dream. I woke up before you to find the world soft, to find a privacy, the bed dented lightly with the girl of it.
- c. essington
I’ve got a piece published in the second issue of werkloos, an online journal. It’s a flash fiction piece starting on page 17 called “Red Velvets”. Give it a look if you have a moment and a speck of interest, thanks!
PS I adore hearing what people think, so feedback is uber welcome.
(https://issuu.com/werkloosmag/docs/werkloos_spring_2016?e=22031949/36085278)
I've got a piece published in the second issue of werkloos, an online journal. It's a flash fiction piece starting on page 17 called “Red Velvets”. Give it a look if you have a moment and a speck of interest, thanks!
PS I adore hearing what people think, so feedback is uber welcome.
(https://issuu.com/werkloosmag/docs/werkloos_spring_2016?e=22031949/36085278)
I’ve had a short story published on the literary blog, The Whale.
Throwback weird art time to add some picture to the page.
Weird art time? Weird art time.
- C. Essington
I’ve had a short story published on the literary blog, The Whale.
I will have a flash fiction piece published in this coming issue of werkloos!
we’re very excited to announce the launch date of our second issue, in limbo. keep your eyes peeled & your hearts steady, things are about to get lit.
cover image by the talented @ernestvolynec
Not quite a question--I wasn't sure how else to reach out. I just read your story from Hika: Limbo and Other Party Games? Its been on my shelf for ages, I reached for it by happy accident. Desperate to focus on anything but finals, maybe. Usually I'd start a new paragraph here. Tends to be my style. I'm running out of words though, so: I guess I just wanted to thank you. I hope someday I can learn to lose as beautifully as you have. In the meantime, I've pasted it in my notebook. Hope thats ok.
Agh I love hearing from people at Kenyon and I’m honored that you put it in your notebook, that’s amazing. I hope you can gain beautifully! Your reading and caring about it is so appreciated so thank you as well! I hope your finals go well and you get to the other side in a hug of summer that lets you relax.
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I work here — it’s been such a rewarding and interesting experience so consider it if you’re interested in publication/ human rights/ language.
- c. essington
Comment: I really love Goldfish crackers (I am currently eating some and it's making my day 184849 times better).
This very cute and happy thank you. I found free pizza tonight so I am in a similar cheese-induced state of happiness. Keep on keeping on.
What's your favorite place in the world? Where would you most like to travel to?
I don’t think I have a particularly favorite place just yet. I’d really love to go to Ireland or Scotland. I went to London once to visit my uncle, and I have to say that was very beautiful.
ok. good answer. one more. how about l'engle's a wrinkle in time?
It’s water. It’s a glass of water that the person across the table keeps telling you is a meal, which you know is wrong, but believe them because you love them.
(Send me a book and, if I know it, I’ll reply with food I think “goes” with it)