Lovely Bayou Enthusiasts, We’ve had a hot, sweaty summer down here in New Orleans, and hope that wherever your summers have taken you have involved significantly fewer cockroaches. As the bugs start to… Continue reading
I believe that the books that make an impact on our lives find us when the time is right; it’s the literary version of the saying ‘when the student is ready the teacher will appear’.
The best ending I’ve ever read is from Alice Munro.
We should build a desk, he said. A writing desk.
I have a love/loathe relationship with a coffee mug. It’s bright white with a heart-shaped sentence emblazoned in red lettering on the front: “Write Like a Motherfucker.”
These questions that concern my life concern my writing. More accurately they rack my writing sometimes-writhing often-writing body.
I had a dream where Yuknavitch and I are girls together, and we are in the bath and she is writing letter shapes in the soap bubbles on my back.
Perhaps someday I’ll learn how to charm the cobra.
Bayou is pleased to announce the winners, finalists, and runners-up of our annual James Knudsen Prize in Fiction and Kay Murphy Prize in Poetry.
I came back to reality when the Land Rover behind me honked. I went through the green light, pulled into the McDonalds parking lot, and read the first three chapters.