Cami Park

Posts Tagged ‘Flash’

Size matters. Yep, yep, yep.

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, is already informative, exciting, and chock full of micro, mini, flashly goodnesses. I suggest you check it.


Heavy is the crown

In Confessional, Household, Universe on July 21, 2009 at 12:06 am

A woman’s hair is her crowning glory, my grandmother always said.

Chema Madoz

Chema Madoz

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.


In Confessional, Music, Prose on July 13, 2009 at 3:37 pm

Rumble Magazine

Rumbles 5th Anniversary Issue includes 3 microscopic fictions by me, plus more excellent fictions by Michelle Reale, J.A. Tyler, Ryan B. Richey, and Krishan Coupland.  It makes me want to pinch its cheeks.

Quick Fiction 15

In Confessional, Opinion, Prose on June 23, 2009 at 11:57 pm

Quick Fiction 15

The day Quick Fiction comes in the mail is a good day. I haven’t finished it yet, but this, from Andrew Michael Roberts’ The Inconspicuous Beginning of Our Disappearance, struck me as such an exquisite opening sentence in a microfiction work that I wanted to save it for always, and also share with anyone that happens to wander by here:  “This was the year they found owls wound in twine at the bases of burned-out trees and the river’s mouth stuffed with girls who’d kissed its mirror and drowned in their complicated names.” The rest of the sentences are pretty good, too.

Also, Andrea Kneeland’s The Practical Application of Beauty is just exactly that. I caught my breath.