Plough magazine recently published an essay of mine on eco-gardening, which is also a theme in my novel about fracking.

In my garden, I squat and scoop up a handful of soil. Dark brown and crumbling, it looks lifeless except for a few delicate rootlets, maybe a pink wor...

When I started reading up on sex robots a few years ago, it was mostly because I wanted to be able to make an outraged feminist statement on the phenomenon, but without being utterly uninformed. 

Then a little research turned into a big project: aka the "sex robot novel...

Last year for NaPoWriMo I did a poem exchange with Joanna Penn Cooper, and we ended up getting a chapbook out of our collaboration. We're exchanging poems this year, too, along with a few other writers, but I'm also teaching an online poem-a-day workshop through Conviv...

The plot for The Dirt originated in a completely different story I'd started years ago when I was studying Southern Gothic lit and realized that the area where my family lived was just as rich with bizarre material as the deep south. What I had plotted involved a glamo...