Dispatches from the South: Thirteen-Year Cicadas, Donald Trump, and Intimate Violence

This last week I had the pleasure of having my work published in the Knoxville based Foundling House literary collective. You can read it here:

Foundling House – Dispatches from the South: Thirteen-Year Cicadas, Donald Trump, and Intimate Violence

“On early evenings most summers, in this Southern Appalachian valley where I live, you can hear the sound of cicadas screaming. At times the sound is so loud, people stop their conversations and turn their eyes to the trees, looking for the bullet shaped insects. Sometimes you see one clinging to the bark, betraying itself with a grating wail. Other times, when the trees are full in the evening, the rise and fall is much like a mother’s heartbeat to her unborn baby; it’s everywhere and everything, inescapable and indispensable, all at the same time.”

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