The incidents arose after the man made a compelling statement one night. “You've written about everything under the sun— everything,” he said, “except celery.”
In an effort to please him, I set out to write about the thing I never mention (celery) as well as the thing he says I mention too often, namely my ex-boyfriends.
The first incident, “Celery in Relation to Not Being Vivian,” was published in Get Bent, a Bending Genres anthology edited by Robert Vaughn and Meg Tuite.
A few of the Celery Sagas are in the summer issue of The Dodge, alongside incredible writing by others, and thus do I name these stalks here, in the hopes that you might go nibble at them elsewhere:
Celery on the Wall, First Variant
Celery in ‘Small Bites’
Celery, Cowboys, and Critique
Celery and Paranoia Prior to Thunderstorm
Celery as Related to Etymology of Romance
Kunstmärchen with Celery
Celery in Problematic Local Contexts