Pronounced like the narrow road behind the hotel …

Alle.

I write to explore childhood. My published work expresses my belief that everything which did or did not happen to me as a child is manifesting in everything that is or is not happening to me today. More importantly, it also manifesting for my children.

I publish literary essays and short fiction, journalism, and three haiku. One novel (literary fiction) is in “Please publish me” circulation, and other (literary thriller) half-dressed in my computer. A third (literary zombies) has to do with zombies but I get freaked out every time I work on it because I often write overnight and, boy oh boy, if there is one thing I’ve learned, it is NOT TO WRITE ABOUT ZOMBIES OVERNIGHT.

Just getting started on Medium, but I have blogged since 2009: About Childhood: Answers for Writer, Parents, and Former children. This is not a commercial to subscribe. Everything I publish there I will publish on Medium. Even so, you might want to check out “Formerly in Alle’s Head.”

Finally, I believe funny is the new navel-gazing. My fiction is dire; my nonfiction slides the continuum of “Survivor” to “Get out the hanky” to “That must have been hard;” then scoots right on past neutral and into a “sense” of humor, finishing where we started (because this is Tao) with “Get out the hanky.” My haiku are not terribly deep.

I seek the funky

The impudent, the Tokyo

Nightlife of Haiku*

I am totally serious about the tao. This year, my work placed as a finalist for The Lascaux Prize and as a semi-finalist for The New Guard/Machigonne Fiction Contest. Other work appears in Dale Peck’s Evergreen Review, Litro, Tupelo Quarterly, Creative Nonfiction Magazine, Necessary Fiction, Brevity (blog), Another Chicago, Literary Orphans, and The Citron Review. I am the former Senior Nonfiction Editor at jmww journal, the former Associate Editor of Vestal Review. Also: placed First in The Richard Hugo House New Works Competition, and I am honored to be a Best Small Fictions and Best of the Net nominee.

*Orginally appeard — not as haiku but regular text — in Not Quite Haiku: A Review of Haiku Mama (because 17 syllables is all you have time to read).