This one feels a bit clunky to me, but perhaps that’s because the end of Flash Fiction Month fast approaches, and I’m worn out. I’ve written a lot this month—thank you to those who have read my forays into a world resembling fiction and stayed with me. Thank […]
Another, very short, entry for Flash Fiction Month. This micro-fiction edits itself down to atomic-fiction (or, perhaps, molecular-fiction, given that it does have a sentence, and not just a word or two). Many levels, however, can be discovered if you count on it, so to speak. Comments welcome, […]
The conventional narrative structure could not hold, at least in my poetics, and collapsed on itself into another bit of philosophical experimental writing. The woman with the beard returns, and in a somewhat masturbatory burst of thought experimentation, she explores conspiracy-theory political philosophy while reclining in the toad’s […]
Continuing in a more conventional narrative mode, this Flash Fiction Month post gives a bit of a vignette that reveals more about the characters, probably, than anything else. The action follows a pattern in a number of these posts, of someone leaving a relationship, with some trivial insight […]
I continue to write various odd little pieces for Flash Fiction Month. Those interested can click on the Flash image to the left to see the Flash Fiction Month page on Facebook, complete with its prompts and links. This piece comes closer, in my range of styles here, […]
The last post featured the Washington Avenue Bridge connecting the East and West Bank Campuses of the University of Minnesota–Twin Cities across the Mississippi River, which makes an unrelated appearance here. Well, mostly unrelated. Flash Fiction Month continues, hot July experimental flash awaits your reading pleasure here. I’d […]
So, Flash Fiction Month continues, and perhaps so do I. Once upon a time, as a college student, I walked across the Art Deco-era Washington Avenue Bridge from the East Bank to the West Bank of the University of Minnesota–Twin Cities campus. I came across a palm reader […]
Another new piece for Flash Fiction Month. Surrealistic pillow this isn’t, but it’s some sort of grief and memory exploration of the subconscious. Surrealism in the theme of a variation on a Beatles song. Woke up, got out of bed…wrote a flash fiction bit for your reading. As […]
Flash fiction, post-everything noire in this, the next installment for Flash Fiction Month. The rain dripped without enthusiasm, and this pretty much sums up the main character’s experience of the story. Until she takes over and let’s her anger out. Bang bang, shoot shoot, happiness is a warm […]
I’ve been traveling a bit here in Israel. For the next few weeks, I am staying at an old Arab house in the Artist’s Quarter of Tzfat, that Mystical City of the Northern Galilee, while its owner enjoys a Rainbow Gathering in Northern Greece. We have more or […]
The number of prompt-words embedded here takes this next piece off into realms of experimental writing, inflected with mysticism, perhaps because tonight I’m writing in Tzfat (Safed and many other spellings), the mystical city in the Galilee strongly associated with Kabbalah. Or perhaps it was just time to […]
The woman with the beard has a serious moment while the toad continues his studies in this story. The garden is resplendent in Morning Glories for the Japanese Morning Glory Festival (July 6-8), Iriya Asagao Matsuri. This uses both July 7 prompts from the Flash Fiction Month social […]
Flash Fiction Month continues, and the toad’s garden makes a return as does the woman with a beard (see the archives for earlier pieces with these). Welcome back to some of my more surreal, more experimental and less conventional writing. Please like, share, leave comments here—is this a […]
Day three of Flash Fiction Pride Month, and here is my third bit of flash. This one is on the long side of the range, I suppose, coming in now at around 900 words. Still, it’s that sudden flash feeling. At least, I hope so. Enjoy. Please read, […]
Flash Fiction Pride Month has arrived and this is my second piece, for the Second of July, 2013. This one is short, micro-fiction. That’s okay, I’ve already written a draft for tomorrow, and that one’s long. Well, long for flash. I’ll average the word counts across the month, […]
Well, friends, Flash Fiction Pride Month has arrived. I don’t know if I’ll manage a story a day, but here’s a start. Please read, comment, like, share. Thank you. Character development (July 1) His book does not draw me into the garden. He does. So many people milling […]
This is the fourth experiment in this series. Each includes words suggested by others, which I string together in some hybrid of Dada found object (the suggested words) and surrealist automatic writing, with a definite nod to language poetry. Words. Sounds. Rhythms. Fragments of meaning. Contributors left their words […]
This is my sixth post in a series of something maybe like flash fiction. This is new work for me. As this work has been flying off my keyboard each day, your comments, thoughts, questions, ideas all are welcome. May is Short Story month. These are short, and maybe they’re […]
Nothing Remembers
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