Author Archives: Amanda
Moshoula and Karen have published their amazing interdisciplinary collection on anti-oppressive research methodologies. It includes my chapter, “Conversations with Suzanna,” on a five-year study of parenting young adults who are challenging the gender binary.
I just got news that my short story, Once, has been nominated for the 2017 Braddock Avenue Books Best Short Fiction Award. Thanks to Crack the Spine for this nomination. I’m over the moon!
These were the first words Dad spoke to me when he found himself heavily sedated and physically restrained in intensive care. So begins my chapter, “A Place for Dad,” a which appears in the new book Care Home Stories, edited … Continue reading
Dear Ones, I’m thrilled to report that my micro fiction piece, “Once” has appeared in Crack the Spine literary magazine. The first line of this poem came while I was walking along a path between two rows of plane trees … Continue reading
Long ago on a stormy day a ribbon arced high across the clouds— light and water banded together in a splurge of color and the promise of renewal. And we danced, didn’t we? Some of us naked, and some of … Continue reading
I can’t let go of Adam Giannelli’s luminous poetry debut. Tremulous Hinge doesn’t rest on the bed stand and it never touches the floor (where books land when I’m fed up with them). This copy lives in my bag, and … Continue reading
I’ve had some requests for the powerpoints and handouts from a lecture I gave at CSWE, so here you go! The practical stuff’s in the handouts at the end.barusch-2016-sex-and-intimacy-after-60
If you’re up for an audio adventure, my poem Devil Wind has just been released by the experimental audio journal, Golden Walkman (Issue 3.7, starting at 5:30) You can hear me read it at this link.
Heedless we whirl over ground so green and I bounce like a red rubber ball I caroom off your back teeter and flop to the ground so soft. Breathless we sprawl watch the still swimming clouds under blue so blue … Continue reading
They must have been walking to work, her neck caught in the crook of his elbow, stretching her legs to match his stride, and that blurry smile. His hand dangling in front breast-high, as if to – Was that a … Continue reading
Last week Melanie (my writing teacher) read from her new book, Silence & Song. The text just pours, and I am reminded of her astonishing gift for capturing tragedy and beauty in the same breath. You can support FC2 (a … Continue reading
Have you ever looked in the mirror and groaned? Here’s something to put a dent that self-loathing, or at least make you smile! Click here, scroll down to the “Girl Undresses” video then tell me what you think. Did it … Continue reading
. .. … MacGuffin: the arbitrary goal in a quest narrative. Barely awake from its long hibernation, packed tight: with an ounce of Clyde, the US flag, a postage stamp, and a quarter; the space pod wings towards a dove- … Continue reading
. . . . . . It was a blustery day and I found this poem on the beach. . . . . . . . . St. Clair, 2015 Sea froth skips the jetty in this wind, a hopeless … Continue reading
You gathered the soil of the Southern Alps on treks through every version of moisture falling. That splendid crunch when you landed in snow, and a bit clung to you, didn’t it? He tied your laces without a thought: the … Continue reading
. . . Hi Folks, A few weeks before Dad died, Larry and I visited him at the Assisted Living facility. He was in the late stages of Alzheimer’s and I was in the habit of jotting down things he … Continue reading
Ice sheathes the earth. A crystal illusion, held by surface tension (like wedding rings). At first, sliding along, it insisted so clearly. The tension did. The slide so smooth, so quick, you barely noticed. But Time. Time, entropy, and the … Continue reading
I reject the claim that the name Santana originates with the Indian word for devil wind. Based on historical documents, I conclude that the wind is named for the Santa Ana Canyon, in which it originates. Pronunciation as Santana is … Continue reading
Dear Friends, Two of my poems have just been published in the Fall, 2014 issue of Stone Path Review. You can read them by clicking here. Happy November, Amanda