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In the disembodied world of small press publishing, there is a fresh, subversive, forward-looking retro-hip beauty and audacity to Menda City Review that I’ve always wanted to be a part of. The photos by Nils-Erik Larson featured in the current issue capture this spirit – a magnificent old man reading the paper through the glass, his eyes fiercely alive. I’m honored to have my story included with the startling, resonant pieces in Issue 31.
Perhaps because I’ve just returned from the Hebrides in Scotland, there’s something of Menda City Review that reminds me of the Ardalanish Farm and Weaving Mill on the Isle of Mull, population 2,667. The mill is housed in a rustic stone building, and the wool is spun from the black Hebridean sheep, once endangered, that graze the hills surrounding the farm. The whole enterprise operates off the grid, power generated from wind and the memory, or dreaming, of sun. During the waulking of the cloth in times past, runes were chanted and songs were sung, and traces of similar wool have been found in ancient Island burial chambers.
So here’s to the eyes-wide-open, radically brave small folk, the weavers of wool and the spinners of yarn(s).
Read “The Day the Linden Fell” here. Enjoy!
“Fairway,” has been launched! Huge thanks to riverbabble, an imprint of Pandemonium Press, for publishing my flash fiction in their Seeing and Looking themed issue. I’m honored to be included with this talented group of writers, and what better place for “Fairway” than riverbabble, as it inspires us to look and see, and see some more.
I remember my mother, not unkindly (well, maybe not exactly kindly), telling me to stop staring at people with my mouth hanging open. Taking this good advice to heart, I learned to keep my mouth closed (not really, alas…) and my eyes and ears wide open so as not to miss a second of that crazy jumble of humanity that is our world.
See it here. Take a look! Enjoy.
Farmer’s market season is just around the corner, even if last night’s deep freeze toasted the magnolia blossoms to shriveled, frost-burned blooms. Which makes this a perfect time for a story that takes place under the stars surrounded by abundance and bitty bites brownies.
I’m honored to have “Ray’s Juice” included in the March issue of Foundling Review, “where simple pleasures are corralled into folds of finely finessed sentences.”
To read “Ray’s Juice,” click here.
I am thrilled and honored that my short story, “Toroid,” has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
Each year the Pushcart Prize honors the best of the independent presses, and in spite of the commercialization and commoditization of publishing, the Pushcart has survived and thrived since 1976, supporting the stories that sustain us through small, independent presses.
The reason? In the words of Bill Henderson, Publisher and Editor of the Pushcart Prize Series, “Spirit will never be quelled, certainly not by big bucks and bluster. Each edition of the Pushcart Prize is evidence of this. Many new presses and dozens of new authors emerge annually and are honored in classrooms, bookstores and libraries around the world. And so the Pushcart Prize has been renewed since our first edition in 1976. We celebrate this renewal every year. This is our joy.”
I am tiddley-wink proud to be part of this legacy of wholeheartedness, truth and beauty in a world that so desperately needs it. As I tell my students more often than they want to hear, storytelling is a superpower!
Wish me luck!
I’m delighted that my short story, “The Messenger,” originally published in Kestrel, is now available in SIBLINGS: Our First Macrocosm, an anthology published by Wising up Press, edited by Heather Tosteson, Charles D. Brockett, Kathleen L. Housley, Kerry Langan, and Michele Markarian.
“Our families, especially our siblings, provide our first macrocosm. How much of that experience do we carry out into the world as part of our deepest, inchoate expectations of the world or of ourselves? Is birth order destiny? How are we shaped by the constellation we’re born into, whether dyad or nebula? What is the appropriate sentiment to have towards those with whom we may share only a preponderance of genes and, before we have any choices in the matter, propinquity? Towards those who knew us before we had a sense of self? Towards those who helped us define what we are not as much as what we are? What happens to us as adults when we return to these first numinous macrocosms trying to understand how they still shape our ways of being? Fifty-three talented contemporary writers share poetry, memoir, and story that help us explore these questions and invite us to deeper understanding, unexpected insights, release of old grievances and grief, and celebration of the mystery of the present moment which is so core to our early relations, that graced sense of community that often precedes language, insight, all the mechanisms of adult intimacy.”
Huzza hip-hip hurray! My short story, “Ray’s Juice,” has just been accepted by Foundling Review, “where simple pleasures are corralled into folds of finely finessed sentences.” If that ain’t a delectable concoction, something along the lines of egg whites and chocolate, or farm fresh eggs, bacon and cheese, then I don’t know what all.
Check back in December, when the new issue of Foundling Review will be up and online, to find out what’s so special about Ray’s Juice anyway;-)?
I’m psyched that my short story, “The Corner of Nutley Ave,” is live and online at Cleaver Magazine. Chop chop! Issue number ten sports an exquisitely tentacled, cleaver-wielding octopus on the cover, with visual narrative, art, short stories, poetry, flash and creative nonfiction inside, as well as extras such as spot-on craft essays.
Think of Cleaver as a picnic basket filled with delicious treats to read on a blanket on the lawn or lounging in a deck chair under the sky. Slice ‘n dice, friends!
To read “The Corner of Nutley Ave,” click here.
It has arrived! The Spring 2015 issue of The Madison Review is fresh off the press, and with it, my short story, “Match.” Check out the jazzy cover art by Deth P. Sun, and order your copy to read with a cool sip of summer here. Cheers!