In Art, Household, Poetry on July 31, 2009 at 12:03 am
Let me out of this drawer–
I don’t belong here in this rabble
of misunderstood gadgets, spatulas,
and sad, hopeful corkscrews.
I am an artist–
Free me, and I will whip
heaping mountains of cream,
beat eggs within a living inch,
create meringues the likes of which
would have driven Van Gogh to burn
his precious Sunflowers. Picasso at
his most cubistic has nothing on me,
my arcs and twirls and brilliant frothing mounds.
This darkness is not worthy of me–
In Advice, How to, Prose on July 26, 2009 at 9:53 pm
Randall Brown, writer, editor, educator, and general connoisseur of all things flash fiction, has founded a new site dedicated to making all tiny (written) things count. There are daily features that include prompts, crafting advice, a weekly guest blogger on flash fiction topics, interviews, and a Sunday micro-fiction feature. An authors page lists writers with links to their blog or website, plus a representative story. Though just getting off the ground, FlashFiction.net is already informative, exciting, and chock full of micro, mini, flashly goodnesses. I suggest you check it.
In Art, Confessional, Sex on July 25, 2009 at 12:22 am
Legs twisted in fitted sheets. Body/breath heavy on me. Get away so far away.
In Confessional, Household, Universe on July 21, 2009 at 12:06 am
A woman’s hair is her crowning glory, my grandmother always said.
She also once told me she felt like she was drowning. We had been washing dishes together in silence, her hands wrist-deep in suds. I placed the plate I’d been drying in the rack and leaned over the sink on tiptoe to look out the window at the star-speckled sky. Searched for the Milky Way, scanned for the moon.