by David Macpherson
In the fall of 1994 I didn’t have a TV, so I bought used paperbacks and read them for the evening’s entertainment. It was Amherst, Massachusetts, and downtown had 6 or 7 bookstores, most of them with … Continue reading→
By Dave Macpherson
A prose poem walked into a flash fiction bar and ordered a Vodka Gimlet. The bartender, a Faulkner-esque run-on sentence, didn’t even twitch a comma; he just got out the booze and started making the magic. The … Continue reading→
By Lenore Weiss
Working as a writer in the computer industry suited me fine. First I contracted at engineering companies. I moved on to other positions. My role required me to interview software engineers, marketing and business analysts, and to … Continue reading→
By Victor D. Infante
There is a manner in which you chew too long on irrelevant questions, the way you feel obliged to answer them, but find instead a stuttering nothing lodged in your throat, a stammer as you begin … Continue reading→
OOO can mean any variety of things: I’m not in the office occupying my usual cubicle space and sitting in a chair with my feet raised on a two-drawer file cabinet, or I’m at home in my jammies, sitting on … Continue reading→