Trapeze has accepted two of my microfiction pieces for reprint, which originally appeared in Tweet the Meat and PicFic (that second one is also in
Alan’s father got a Kindle for his mother, and Alan handed it to me when she was done playing with it. We were at her
Even a wedding, seven blessings and the glass stamped underfoot like a reminder of every broken thing, would have suited him more than the subway crush of a hot summerâ€™s night, coming home from the fireworks: announcements too garbled to make out in the rattle and rush of darkness past the windows and Clare jammed up against an ESL advertisement and a black woman with the face of an aging Persian cat, sure she had lost her mind. But if she had, then so had every second person she had met since the Fourth of July; so had the universe, to let him slip through.
Read “The Dybbuk in Love” by Sonya Taaffe.
My Facebook status update last night was, “For the fifth night in a row, I am getting too little sleep. SUCK IT NEUROGENESIS.” and that
I’ve been busy today sending out submissions and lining up Seven by Twenty‘s tweets for December, and laughing at Allie Brosh‘s blog, which I have
Escape Pod has posted an October Fiction Roundup.
I got out of bed. I’d taken to sleeping naked. He took a good look at me before reacting.
Per Contra has just published my literary short “Toy Boy.”
I’ve really gotten away from reading from my American Lit List in the past year. I embarked on this ambitious reading project in December 2007,