The Fiction Writer Considers Space
Over the course of her life, the fiction writer has found herself thinking about space. White space on the page, open space on the plains, empty space in the …
Over the course of her life, the fiction writer has found herself thinking about space. White space on the page, open space on the plains, empty space in the …
In college, they studied comparative mythology before dropping out their last semester to learn about the world on its own terms. The sons of working class heroes and housewives, the …
At least 99 percent of poetry readers are critics or other poets or both. She believes that poetry is the highest art form, save music, and it is music, …
Locked out of the room, standing in the hallway of the hotel, naked, leather jacket wrapped around my waist. I was drunk, tired. This was my short-lived life as a …
The fiction writer kept looking for the door, found the bar instead. Every so often, she would go to the clock behind the punch bowl, turn back the hands, and …
Don’t you wish we’d just quit talking about it? Politics, religion, sex are all off the table, weather should be too. It rained in Texas at the funeral of the …
It’s coming. Nothing to be done, nothing to be said, so we talk about the weather. All summer long it was drought. Now, it’s hurricane season again. New Orleans better …
A man chopping onions, wondering what time his wife will be home, stops, asks himself: through what daily motions does a man go through, in order to expand his spirit to …
He went from floor to floor of the office building with his parking ticket. He had paid the dentist for the cleaning his wife had scheduled for him (against …
The fiction writer stood, hand on the bible. She was called to the stand, had refused to plead the fifth. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, …