Please enjoy the following excerpt from my novella, Running Water, which I wrote during a semester-long seminar at Davidson with Dr. Flanagan. Printed and bound, this novella is 128 pages.
I'm ugly, I'm ugly, I'm ugly.
This is a novella about dancing on the fine line between love and hate. It’s about thriving in ambiguity. It’s about relationships.
Thank you, Davidson. Thank you, liberal arts. Thank you to my professors and my deluded parents who have encouraged me to paint and draw and debate politics and write. Thank you good poetry and bad poetry and queer theory and friends who want to change the world with art.
Thank you to W.H. Auden for really, really good poetry. Auden’s poem “As I Walked Out One Evening” is broken up and quoted throughout this novella.
Thank you to my hometown and the friends who played in the sewer with me. Thank you to the friends I don’t talk to anymore but who I took pieces from in the creation of these characters. Thank you to anybody who reads this novella and is just the tiniest bit insulted.
In particular, thank you to everybody who read drafts of this novella and gave me feedback. Thank you, Dr. Flanagan. Thank you, Coleman Richards. Thank you, Sam Ortega. Thank you, Andrew Peterson. Thank you, Matthew LeBar. And thank you, Mommy.