Volume 8 Number 1
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…
It’s important to remember that a person jumping into water from a height will submerge immediately. Even if water doesn’t enter his lungs at first,…
You know, I still dream of them—riding Vespas, chipping golf balls, pluck- ing daisies, smoking pipes, rubbing the bow across a violin, chasing hoops with…
They separated, and it became necessary to open the closet that held all my childhood things. Boxes were splitting open, some sunken and faded from…
Emma Curtis was so smart—thought the hole in the sheep heart was a cause of death, not a way for the butcher to rack a…