The Fiction Writer Has Writer’s Block
She couldn’t find a narrative thread to save her life. …Which sounded like it could be an exciting narrative, but was really hyperbole. Not if I kill myself, she thought. …
She couldn’t find a narrative thread to save her life. …Which sounded like it could be an exciting narrative, but was really hyperbole. Not if I kill myself, she thought. …
The President unbuttoned his white shirt, dropped it on the floor on top of his suit pants. He stripped off his white undershirt, then his underwear, also white. He turned …
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 …