(Fiction)
Prince’s Dirty Mind
The RS 500 #206
But they were seeing each other again in new morning’s light, in this familiar spot, where the ghosts of fishermen yawn with the sea breeze and the gulls squawk over fish wrappers in the trash bins.
(Creative Nonfiction)
Those Darlins
HAD Jukebox Happy Hour
I got to the party late, when Jessi died. I heard a song on the radio and in an instant realized what I’d been missing, this burnt star long since gone by the time its light reached me. If you can’t handle crazy, go ahead and leave. Such is life.
(Craft)
Strikethroughs and Strikeouts
Glimmer Train Bulletin 142
Writing is some strange magic and we are foolish to try to understand it—the how, the why, the when—but writers try all the same. Writers love to talk shop, to peek behind curtains and see what works, to take pride in their own methods. They all chase the same thing yet no two writers go about it the same way.
(Book Recs)
Author Page
Lit Pub
Beneath its rom-com surface, The Portable Veblen exploits the hypocrisy of health and healthcare when economics is involved. As satirical as Vonnegut, McKenzie’s touch is light and effective, hinting at class clashes and culture clashes and morality clashes (oh my).