In that kitchen I learned about alchemy – the practice, if not the word.
If I close my eyes, I can see the light filtered through the handmade green gingham curtains that move with the breeze. I can hear the news being read over the small radio to the left of the sink, next to the snuff box.
It was on those worn linoleum tiles, peeping over the edge of the counter, on my knees on the green […]
As I said yesterday, I’m playing with flash writing. I struggle, because I love words. But that is probably because the writers I have been most informed and shaped by also loved words. I love a good story.
In other words, I need to read more writers who tell stories with economy.
Several websites pointed me to the memoir No Relation, by Paula Carter […]
In 1964, US Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart said, when attempting to define obscenity, that while he didn’t know how to define it, he knew it when he saw it.
I’ve been playing for the last week with Flash writing, specifically Flash Nonfiction, and as I’ve attempted top explain what it is to other people, I keep running into the same problem Justice Stewart had – Flash is easier to […]
The late afternoon light streamed through the large windows of the Starbucks. We had not spoken to each other in weeks. We were here to euthanize our relationship.
“How are you?” she asked. She smiled, paused, and then looked down at the table to break eye contact.
“I’m fine.”
I rotate the cup in my hand while it sits on the table. She and I both stare at my hands as the cup […]
Lose yourself in Shantell Powell's rhythmic "The T-Bone," the newest entry to our New Voices catalog. After the narrator and her friend are in an accident on a winter night, her mind reels in shock. "Apparently trauma makes me flirt, fight, flight, freeze, fawn," she observes. Powell's poetic prose is a gift we all need
Published in Monday Morning Musings today. A flash memoir. Friend link provided, no paywall. 💜 🌺 #flashmemoir
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