Please find my recent creative publications below and let me know what you think.
“Powder Daze,” Essay, Catamaran (Spring 2024).
“Sage Marshall’s memoir, “Powder Daze,” draws us into Colorado ski culture with a unique, modern twist of self-introspection, addiction, nature, and sport.”
“In the Dust,” Essay, Word West Revue (Fall 2023).
“The Springs,” Poem, The Appalachian Review (Summer 2022).
“The Valley of Boys,” Essay, The Missouri Review (2021). Excerpt:
“Boys, boys, a valley of boys. We lived in a small town. The snow rose in silent blankets outside the classroom window. It came down so white and heavy we couldn’t see the mountains. We listened for the low growl of the snowplow in the playground pushing the snow together. By recess, there would be a large, long mound of snow on one side of the playground.”
“Echolocation,” Poem, Arc Poetry Magazine (2020). Excerpt:
“Bats flicker from canyon walls / know us briefly by the slight change in their calls / as they reflect off of our bodies and back…”
“Anthem,” Poem, The Boulder Weekly (2020).
“The Amateur Gardener,” Poem, Emerge Literary Journal (2020).
“Cutting the Ice,” Winner of Sport Literate’s 25th Anniversary Essay Contest (print-only, 2020). Selected as “Notable” in Best American Essays 2021. Excerpt:
“I felt him coming from the left as I hurtled towards the net, my arm outstretched for a pass slightly too far ahead of me. He lowered his shoulder at mine and smashed into me, snapping my shoulder forward out of the socket. I collapsed on the ice and slid face-down to a halt, where I writhed for a moment, hoping everything would snap back into place. Then I rose, holding my left arm with my right as though it would fall off altogether if I didn’t. Shouting, wordless, I skated back to the bench. The fans, my teammates, and our opponents clapped as I stepped off the ice.”
“Someday I’ll Love Sage Marshall,” Poem, Reverberations Mag (2018). Excerpt:
“Sage, listen closely— / you are trying to live with a name that / came before you could read. / Just because you bloom purple in the desert / doesn’t mean you are wise. / This is a canyon and / the sand gets in our teeth and grates and grates / and the great lies are the ones we believe in, / are the ones we tell ourselves, / are one — / when I need you” Read more.
