Earlier this year, when I was still injured and couldn’t run, swim, hike or even walk much, I submitted a huge amount of work to various small presses, literary magazines and contests. I did this late at night, my defenses subdued by vast amounts of chocolate. And while I’ve been receiving a shitload of rejection… Read More New work up at Sport Literate and Rat’s Ass Review
Well, it finally happened. Among my many, many rejection letters I found (gasp!) an acceptance. Wild Violet Magazine wishes to publish “The Second to the Last Time.” It’s a prose poem with a killer ending (or at least that’s my humble opinion) and the editor said that it really spoke to her. So that’s one… Read More Poetry acceptance, and lots of Tucson love
So much has happened in the last couple of weeks. I finally (finally!) finished my novel rewrite and honestly, I wrote and rewrote that book so much I have no idea if I improved it or made it worse. Okay, okay, I know it’s improved, and by quite a bit but still, if you haven’t… Read More A residency, an anthology, and goodbye, Tucson
Check it out: CHEAP MOTEL OUTSIDE OF HOLBROOK, ARIZONA BY CINTHIA RITCHIE Mildew sucks the ceiling, we eat crackers in the bathtub, wine bottle chilling the toilet, we fuck all week, sweat bruising the sheets, we smear apricot juice over our palms, eat cold burritos, throw Cheetos out the window for the lizards, we are earth… Read More New work up at Autumn Sky Poetry Daily
I was feeling so heady last night. I stayed up until 4 a.m., writing like mad, and it was one of those times when everything flowed, when words dropped like fruit from my fingertips. I was so happy that I got up and danced around the room a couple of times (humming bad songs from… Read More Two fer Tuesday (or, more rejections, sigh, sigh)
Cinthia Ritchie 