Rachel Richardson lives in the Upstate of South Carolina with a big dog, a small dog, and a medium-sized man. Her essays have appeared in Passages North and Gigantic Sequins, and her fiction has been published in Fairy Tale Review, Tupelo Quarterly, monkeybicycle, and others.
How Isaac Brock sings it, it’s nearly cheerful, almost an anthem: I’m trying / I’m trying to / drink away the part of the day that I cannot sleep away.