Yet Another Tulsa Story: "Surrey with the Fringe on Top"

Once I went to Tulsa. With my daughter. In the heat of August. Crazy things happened. Horses. Mansions. Praying hands. And I kind of fell a little in love with the place. Its many-sided attitude. And so I wrote a story about Tulsa that won a prize. And then I wrote another story. And if this keeps up, I'll probably end up writing a collection. About Tulsa. Crazier things have happened.

Because of all this, I've discovered a sweet little publication in Tulsa, which includes fiction and poetry and boasts all things Okiecentric called This Land Press. Indeed, they published that second story, dancing bear and all. And here it is! 

SURREY WITH THE FRINGE ON TOP: in which an unlikely hitchhiker catches a ride with a wanderer heading home. New fiction by Karin C. Davidson. 

"The Peterson's Field Guide to the Birds" and the Pushcart Nomination

The Pushcart Press

Having a Pushcart nomination is not the same as pulling a prize out of a Cracker Jack box. It's not just Magnet Man or the tiny pinball machine with those little levers or the super-loud plastic whistle or even the compass, cowboy puzzle, or miniature playing cards. It's not "Oh, look!" and then chomping candied popcorn and peanuts. Nope. Not even close. 

To me, it's much more like waving to all your friends from the Mardi Gras float that's decorated in the theme of your nominated story. Think of the riders, all women, in flowered bathing caps from the late 1960's, throwing valium pills and martini olives instead of strands of glass beads to the crowds. The float itself would be papered in the thin blue airmail stationary and gold stars trimmed with navy and fastened on backgrounds of white surrounded in red. Mardi Gras floats all have titles, and this one's would be: "Good Boys and Gold Star Mothers." The parade would roll on a windy night, and later after the crowds had dispersed and gone on home, the street would be plastered in pages covered in wet blue ink, the Dear Moms and All my loves disappearing under the brooms of the clean-up crews.

And so, yes, this nomination is huge and weighted with honor. And I'm in awe, especially because of the work we all do as writers, to reach a moment like this, which is larger than life and acknowledges the work done. And this is a thank you to the editors at Nomos Review and all my family, friends, and fellow writers -- the most supportive and intensely generous crowd ever!

- an excerpt of "The Peterson's Field Guide to the Birds" -  from my novel-in-progress Sybelia Drive

Lost in the Woods

"For many readers, a happy ending is a requirement. I don't mean a simplistic happy ending, but one that's been earned - by hardship and mishap, by dedicated labor and determination and faith, by good character overcoming bad luck. My own tolerance for happy endings, however, is very low. I don't believe in them. I think this may explain why I approve of short stories, in general, more often than I do of novels. Novels tend toward the restored and offered world; they tend toward happiness, hard-earned and bittersweet as it may be, while short stories tend otherwise. They are less conclusive, less closed, less ordered and unchaotic." - Antonya Nelson - "Lost in the Woods" - The Writer's Notebook