The moon fell from the sky last Tuesday. I rolled her into the shed and gave her some water. Thank you, she said. Don’t you…
There are twelve students in each flash fiction workshop I teach at Emerson College in Boston. What is very different about this class in contrast…
Through exercise, through activity, direct the writer’s eye and mind: the entire world as structure. Not Freytag, not three act, not two realist characters, enter…
When I teach flash fiction I like to guide my students by using great stories already written as models. I do this through a series…
On Top Chef, Wolfgang Puck had the contestants cook an omelet. A plain one, just egg and butter and cream. Salt and pepper. There isn’t…
This burrito and I have something in common: we are each almost keeping it together.
Once we were sea monsters, once we were sirens. We electrocuted whole boats, sucked the flesh off the still-living. We were a Force to be…