I am a PhD student living in Missouri, and I write creative nonfiction. My work has been published in some literary journals, including the Massachusetts Review, Under the Sun, Alimentum, the Frontenac Review, Harpur Palate and SLAB. Some of my other work is due to come out in the Michigan Quarterly Review and the North Dakota Quarterly, sometime within the next year. I wrote a book about Ocracoke Island, off the coast of North Carolina, which is also about myself and the summer I spent on that island. It has yet to be published.
I’ve heard that some people like to steal content from other people’s blogs and sell it. I don’t expect that to ever happen to me, but I’ve heard that this can help prevent it:
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Rob:
I lost your email address (what is it?), so I thought I would contact you this way just to share a bit of my dream, which may or may not be important. It was dreamt last night. This is an excerpt from my journal.
“…Robert Foreman was there (at the party). He…and others had been waiting for me to leave with them elsewhere, but I was tarrying. So he left, but not before he had left a poem for me to read, whose form was a three-dimensional box. You had to open the box, or turn it on one side, or turn it on multiple sides, to understand the poem and its narrative sequence (if poems can be said to have any narrative sequence). It was a kind of puzzle that Robert had left me. He seemed to have produced it or created it very quickly, only in the time he was present…”