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 […]
Flash Fiction Month seems to stretch longer and longer on the calendar, and here I am again with another post. Except, it might not be fiction. How does one define fiction? Is it even prose? What is prose? Poetry? The meaning of life? I’m back to experimenting, my […]
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 […]
This might be my neo-gothic, or probably more like my thriller, genre flash fiction. Like most thrillers, there is no mystery as to who done it. The real question is: will the villain get caught? Not in this sudden fiction… Dark Date The polythene toy didn’t last long, […]
Number four on the fourth, Flash Fiction Month continues. This is another longer one. What do you think, readers, is this a complete “story,” with closure? A beginning, middle, and end? Or what does it take to be “complete”? Comment below, please. Independence Day (July 4) She didn’t […]
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 […]
May is Short Story month. So, below, my fifth post in something maybe like fiction. I don’t know quite what this is, I think flash (fiction? experimental writing?). This is new work for me (other than the first paragraph of the first one, Tomorrow, which was a response to a prompt […]
Nothing Remembers
by Michael Dickel
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The Palm Reading after The Toad's Garden
by Michael Dickel
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War Surrounds Us
by Michael Dickel
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Midwest / Mid-East
by Michael Dickel
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