I write 250- to 1,500-word book reviews (50+ to date) for The Adroit Journal, Gertrude Press, and Publisher’s Weekly, and for my own monthly review, Book Report. I primarily cover non-fiction and poetry. I also conduct extensive in-depth author interviews for Publisher’s Weekly and The Opinionator, and work as a reader for The Common.
Reviews of books from a list generated by interest, whim, and chance—and by what's available at the Brooklyn Public Library.
Founded in 1998 by writer Eric Delehoy, Gertrude now holds the distinction of being the longest consecutively published queer journal.
Publishers Weekly (known as PW in the book world) is a weekly magazine focused on the book publishing business and its audience of publishers, booksellers, librarians, literary agents, and authors.
Reviewed 100+ (to date) fiction and nonfiction submissions (up to 10,000 words) in consideration for publication in this biannual literary magazine based at Amherst College, MA, publishing works that embody a particular time and place.
Let’s get personal [essays].
Where do feelings comes from? Why do they have such a hold over us? The more “fixed” a memory is, the more I suspect it’s acting like a lid on a jar, protecting something vulnerable underneath we’re afraid will spoil if exposed to air—to scrutiny.
My fascination with personal psychology drives my writing. Can relationships between people lead us closer to ourselves? I’m particularly interested in what happens in the spaces where people appear to be coming together, but then miss one another.
My hope is that by revealing myself, the work can become a mirror for individual self-discovery—that people will uncover unknown truths about themselves.
Published personal essays.
“Bedridden.” Published in Podium Issue No.10 (2014).
“Boo.” Forthcoming from Chaleur Press’ Bespoke Bones anthology (2020).
"I wasn’t his best friend, but we had been friends for over a decade, and we were a couple the year before he died..."
Unpublished personal essays. Available upon request.
"When he wakes, he's in a bad mood. His lip as stiff as a pinecone. Inside a seed, many seeds, many hopes. But he won't say what they are..."
"Everything I did after that was an excuse to get drunk..."
"Once I was involved with a famous artist. I had liked his work and followed his career. Since it was almost February, I decided to send him a valentine..."