Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Big Fiction Magazine » Home
Big Fiction Magazine » Home
Big Fiction celebrates the soul of the long story: generous, transportive, and a little wild. We're an independent journal publishing ambitious and delicious fiction twice a year, in hand-designed letterpress issues.
Big Fiction celebrates the soul of the long story: generous, transportive, and a little wild. We're an independent journal publishing ambitious and delicious fiction twice a year, in hand-designed letterpress issues.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Brevity: A Journal of Concise Literary Nonfiction
Brevity: A Journal of Concise Literary Nonfiction Essays on the Art and Craft of Creative Nonfiction
edited by Julie Riddle
Friday, December 21, 2012
miracle e-zine | SUBMIT | Wix.com
miracle e-zine | SUBMIT | Wix.com<BR>
Miracle e-zine accepts submissions around the year.
There is as such no preferred genre , we love to read anything that is surreal, beyond the usual and something that takes one to the world of imagination. We are looking for submissions in poetry, short-fiction, non-fiction, flash-fiction, book reviews, author interviews, blog posts and art works
Miracle e-zine accepts submissions around the year.
There is as such no preferred genre , we love to read anything that is surreal, beyond the usual and something that takes one to the world of imagination. We are looking for submissions in poetry, short-fiction, non-fiction, flash-fiction, book reviews, author interviews, blog posts and art works
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Front Page | Little Red Schoolhouse Online
Front Page | Little Red Schoolhouse Online
List of lessons on the site: http://redschoolhouse.org/drupal/sitemap?q=index [Thank you for the link, K. ]
List of lessons on the site: http://redschoolhouse.org/drupal/sitemap?q=index [Thank you for the link, K. ]
Monday, December 17, 2012
How to Edit Your Own Writing
How to Edit Your Own Writing <BR>
—how to hone, trim, and morph clumsy words and phrases into a clear, concise message that will wow your audience.
—how to hone, trim, and morph clumsy words and phrases into a clear, concise message that will wow your audience.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Extend The Life Of Your Optical Discs With ISO Backups & Virtual Clone Drive [Windows]
Extend The Life Of Your Optical Discs With ISO Backups & Virtual Clone Drive [Windows]
A lot of us forget about this FREE, useful tool - Virtual Clone Drive
A lot of us forget about this FREE, useful tool - Virtual Clone Drive
Hello Horror
Hello Horror
Hello Horror is a recently created online literary magazine and blog. We are currently in search of literary pieces, photography and visual art including film from writers and artists that have a special knack for inducing goosebumps and raised hairs.
Hello Horror is a recently created online literary magazine and blog. We are currently in search of literary pieces, photography and visual art including film from writers and artists that have a special knack for inducing goosebumps and raised hairs.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
www.blockr.me
www.blockr.me
Blockr is a Chrome Extension that lets you set creative goals and blocks you from the Internet until you've achieved them.
Download the extension and write prose or commit code to your github to earn Internet access.
Download the extension and write prose or commit code to your github to earn Internet access.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Friday, November 30, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Submissions - LITLOVER
Submissions - LITLOVER
You may also submit up to two videos, a maximum of seven minutes duration, of yourself reading. The easiest way is to copy and paste the LINK to your Youtube video in a Word document, or you may use the form below to submit a video file (such as .mpg or .avi) if you don't have a Youtube video. IF your work is selected, only ONE out of two will be posted on the site.
You may also submit up to two videos, a maximum of seven minutes duration, of yourself reading. The easiest way is to copy and paste the LINK to your Youtube video in a Word document, or you may use the form below to submit a video file (such as .mpg or .avi) if you don't have a Youtube video. IF your work is selected, only ONE out of two will be posted on the site.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
A Short Story from Bill Rayburn
Bill is now living and writing in England.
Chiefs vs Raiders: The Real Story
Copyright 2012 by
Bill Rayburn
A tipsy, toothless, balding overweight 50-year-old with halitosis that would halt a ravenous wolverine in its tracks stumbled knowingly into the Black Hole before Sunday’s Raiders-Chiefs game. A Len Dawson jersey arrogantly draped the torso of this clueless but brave soul.
She turned and faced the rows of glaring, hate-filled faces. At the top of her lungs, she said, “Okay you Rhodes Scholars; I T apostrophe S is a contraction for what two words?”
She was presented with stony silence. Black-lensed sunglasses stared at her from every direction. Three or four ankle bracelets chimed in unison, not unlike cell phones going off in the white section. Someone whispered “Contraction? Is she pregnant?”
“Let’s give it another go,” she bellowed, turning to face the front of the section. Everyone was standing and watching her. There was not a nuclear family within twenty rows. “Four divided by two equals what?”
From in front, to the right, she heard a hushed, “Wait, I think I know that one.”
But again she was confronted with silence and 2000 baleful glares. The stench rivaled that of a porta potty in late August at a bran muffin plant in Juarez, Mexico. Somewhere folded into the olfactory miasma, an inattentive soul had apparently left a large wedge of Blue Stilton cheese in the trunk of a car too long.
“Last one,” she hollered at the top of her lungs. Still no one stirred. Other than the subtle sounds of needles breaking skin, she was facing a silent majority.
“When a cop holds a gun to your Uncle’s temple, what day of the week is it?”
She turned slowly, looking for any spark of intellectual vitality. It was like being in an under-watered nursery full of Boston ferns in the Atacam Desert in northern Chile. Life simply was elsewhere.
From behind she heard a young female voice. “That’s easy Vato. I know that one. I’m pretty sure it ends in a Y.”
The woman spun around to face back into the stands. She shook her head in disgust and turned and walked down the ramp toward the field. With each step she encountered a challenging, resistant shoulder bump and a grumbled “Who is this bitch?” echoed almost immediately by an incredulous “That’s a bitch?”
She reached the railing and turned to face the entire section. She put up both hands to make sure she had their attention.
“You guys make the Bataan Death March look like Mardi Gras.”
There were suddenly murmurs and grunts and one whisper of “Are we playin’ the
Saints?” “I’ll give you clowns one last chance. If Hector has two warrants out for his arrest, and he’s in a parking lot with ten thousand other ex-cons, all wearing Randy Moss jerseys, how many cops on scooters will it take to find him?”
In unison, the section responded in a throaty roar: “Randy Moss SUCKS!”
Chiefs vs Raiders: The Real Story
Copyright 2012 by
Bill Rayburn
A tipsy, toothless, balding overweight 50-year-old with halitosis that would halt a ravenous wolverine in its tracks stumbled knowingly into the Black Hole before Sunday’s Raiders-Chiefs game. A Len Dawson jersey arrogantly draped the torso of this clueless but brave soul.
She turned and faced the rows of glaring, hate-filled faces. At the top of her lungs, she said, “Okay you Rhodes Scholars; I T apostrophe S is a contraction for what two words?”
She was presented with stony silence. Black-lensed sunglasses stared at her from every direction. Three or four ankle bracelets chimed in unison, not unlike cell phones going off in the white section. Someone whispered “Contraction? Is she pregnant?”
“Let’s give it another go,” she bellowed, turning to face the front of the section. Everyone was standing and watching her. There was not a nuclear family within twenty rows. “Four divided by two equals what?”
From in front, to the right, she heard a hushed, “Wait, I think I know that one.”
But again she was confronted with silence and 2000 baleful glares. The stench rivaled that of a porta potty in late August at a bran muffin plant in Juarez, Mexico. Somewhere folded into the olfactory miasma, an inattentive soul had apparently left a large wedge of Blue Stilton cheese in the trunk of a car too long.
“Last one,” she hollered at the top of her lungs. Still no one stirred. Other than the subtle sounds of needles breaking skin, she was facing a silent majority.
“When a cop holds a gun to your Uncle’s temple, what day of the week is it?”
She turned slowly, looking for any spark of intellectual vitality. It was like being in an under-watered nursery full of Boston ferns in the Atacam Desert in northern Chile. Life simply was elsewhere.
From behind she heard a young female voice. “That’s easy Vato. I know that one. I’m pretty sure it ends in a Y.”
The woman spun around to face back into the stands. She shook her head in disgust and turned and walked down the ramp toward the field. With each step she encountered a challenging, resistant shoulder bump and a grumbled “Who is this bitch?” echoed almost immediately by an incredulous “That’s a bitch?”
She reached the railing and turned to face the entire section. She put up both hands to make sure she had their attention.
“You guys make the Bataan Death March look like Mardi Gras.”
There were suddenly murmurs and grunts and one whisper of “Are we playin’ the
Saints?” “I’ll give you clowns one last chance. If Hector has two warrants out for his arrest, and he’s in a parking lot with ten thousand other ex-cons, all wearing Randy Moss jerseys, how many cops on scooters will it take to find him?”
In unison, the section responded in a throaty roar: “Randy Moss SUCKS!”
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
My Best of series | Larry Ferlazzo’s Websites of the Day…
My Best of series | Larry Ferlazzo’s Websites of the Day…
See the LIVE links on the site, under the category: WRITING
See the LIVE links on the site, under the category: WRITING
The Best Websites For K-12 Writing Instruction/ReinforcementThe Best Places Where Students Can Write OnlineThe Best Sites For Grammar PracticeNot “The Best,” But “A List” Of Mindmapping, Flow Chart Tools, & Graphic OrganizersThe Best Resources For Researching & Writing Biographies
The Best Resources For Learning How To Write Response To Literature EssaysThe Best Places Where Students Can Write For An “Authentic Audience”The Best Places Where Students Can Create Online Learning/Teaching Objects For An “Authentic Audience”The Best Places To Read & Write “Choose Your Own Adventure” StoriesThe Best Sites To Learn About Advertising
The Best Websites For Developing Academic English Skills & Vocabulary
The Best Online Interactive Exercises For Writing That Are Not Related To Literary Analysis
The Best Online Resources To Teach About Plagiarism
The Best Resources For Learning Research & Citation Skills
The Best Sites For Students To Create & Participate In Online Debates
The Best Online Resources For Helping Students Learn To Write Persuasive Essays
The Best Spelling Sites
The Best Sites For Gaining A Basic Understanding Of Adjectives
The “Best” Sites For Helping Students Write Autobiographical Incident Essays
The Best Sites To Learn “Feelings” Words
The Best Sites For ELL’s To Learn About Punctuation
The Best Resources To Help Students Write Research Essays
The Best Sites For Learning To Write A Story
The Best Writing Advice From Famous Authors
The Best Resources On Punctuation
The Best Resources For Learning How To Write Response To Literature EssaysThe Best Places Where Students Can Write For An “Authentic Audience”The Best Places Where Students Can Create Online Learning/Teaching Objects For An “Authentic Audience”The Best Places To Read & Write “Choose Your Own Adventure” StoriesThe Best Sites To Learn About Advertising
The Best Websites For Developing Academic English Skills & Vocabulary
The Best Online Interactive Exercises For Writing That Are Not Related To Literary Analysis
The Best Online Resources To Teach About Plagiarism
The Best Resources For Learning Research & Citation Skills
The Best Sites For Students To Create & Participate In Online Debates
The Best Online Resources For Helping Students Learn To Write Persuasive Essays
The Best Spelling Sites
The Best Sites For Gaining A Basic Understanding Of Adjectives
The “Best” Sites For Helping Students Write Autobiographical Incident Essays
The Best Sites To Learn “Feelings” Words
The Best Sites For ELL’s To Learn About Punctuation
The Best Resources To Help Students Write Research Essays
The Best Sites For Learning To Write A Story
The Best Writing Advice From Famous Authors
The Best Resources On Punctuation
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Poem. Poetry Reading
Poetry Reading
All I could see after my attention was directed were the tight, black curls on the woman in front of me.
All I could hear for the first ten minutes was the sound of the microphone banging against the podium and the screams of the sound system.
After the first “poet” read, I thought my version of a memoir would go like this: The quaint, noble villagers wore crisp, white shebatis and the soft, leather merkibas so popular with the upper class while they shot songbirds in the garden.
And I would add something about the sun. The sun is always relentless when it is a story-tellers sun.
After a half hour of the work read by the missionary’s daughter , I didn’t hear a thing I hadn’t heard or read before, and I didn’t learn anything new.
I was validated. A mediocre writer throws a lot of sadness and death at their audience for affect and if animals are killed or if water or someone’s life is poisoned, they do their best to show emotion, to apologize, or to censure.
All I could see after my attention was directed were the tight, black curls on the woman in front of me.
All I could hear for the first ten minutes was the sound of the microphone banging against the podium and the screams of the sound system.
After the first “poet” read, I thought my version of a memoir would go like this: The quaint, noble villagers wore crisp, white shebatis and the soft, leather merkibas so popular with the upper class while they shot songbirds in the garden.
And I would add something about the sun. The sun is always relentless when it is a story-tellers sun.
After a half hour of the work read by the missionary’s daughter , I didn’t hear a thing I hadn’t heard or read before, and I didn’t learn anything new.
I was validated. A mediocre writer throws a lot of sadness and death at their audience for affect and if animals are killed or if water or someone’s life is poisoned, they do their best to show emotion, to apologize, or to censure.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Mount Hope homepage
Mount Hope homepage
Mount Hope Magazine is a literary magazine based out of Roger Williams University in Bristol, RI. The publication prints twice a year, and is also available in PDF format.
Mount Hope Magazine is a literary magazine based out of Roger Williams University in Bristol, RI. The publication prints twice a year, and is also available in PDF format.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
Chapbooks Online: Authors
Chapbooks Online: Authors
Resources for writers - incl. self publishing, tools, etc.
Resources for writers - incl. self publishing, tools, etc.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Creating a Fiction Chapbook « Flash Fiction Chronicles
Creating a Fiction Chapbook « Flash Fiction Chronicles
Marko Fong This is Part 3 of an intermittent FFC series on Chapbooks and Part 1 of “Electronic Chapbooks” by Marko Fong. His Part 2 will appear tomorrow, October 19. Part 1 of the Chapbooks series was written by Bonnie ZoBell. ”Creating a Fiction Chapbook“ appeared at FFC on September 10.
by Marko Fong
Electronic publishing has one clear disadvantage when compared to paper– once you’re done reading, you can’t use it as toilet paper. Apparently during the 16th century, personal hygiene was one of many secondary uses for early chapbooks. Until recently, I’d never thought a lot about chapbooks much less their secondary uses. They were just something that poets printed up so they’d have something to sell at readings. In case you’re wondering, my answer is “No, I’ve never done that to someone else’s chapbook.” I’ll swear it on my copies of Fifty Shades of Grey and Paul Ryan’s budget plan.
Fifteen months ago, Jo-Anne Rosen, asked me to help her with e-Chapbook.com (the “e” is for “electronic”). I became fiction editor which basically means that Jo-Anne does all the work and I do the fun stuff. Before we published electronic ones, I had to learn more about traditional chapbooks.
The English-language chapbook was the product of three historical developments, the paper mill (paper got much cheaper), printing, and the rise of literacy among the poor. The difference between inexpensive paper and quality paper today is much less extreme than it was then. We now assume that paper will be high contrast, take and hold inks readily, resist tearing, and maintain uniform size and thickness. Even as recently as the sixties, some paperbacks were printed on paper that failed to meet all those standards. If an ordinary person in the 16th century, wanted to share a broadside, a ballad, poems, nursery rhymes, or stories, the options were limited. Alongside the printers who produced those King James Bibles with the gold-leaf edging, leather covers, hand-stitched bindings, and smear-free ink, a “people’s” medium for publication emerged that,
Didn’t have a binding or hard cover Was made by folding sheets of low-quality paper multiple times (32 pages or 5 folds came from this tradition) and was physically smaller than a printed book. Used quick-inexpensive production and printing techniques (illustration was limited to simple woodcuts) with low quality ink on cheap paper. The product was meant to last about as long as Rock of Ages stayed in movie theaters.
These were “chapbooks.” The middle English word for “cheap” was “ceap.” They sold for anywhere from two to twelve pence a copy and instead of being sold through booksellers were distributed in pubs, on street corners, at markets, and other public gatherings by a new sort of peddler called a “chapman”(not to be confused with the guy who killed John Lennon). The form became phenomenally successful. Because few examples of early chapbooks survive, we forget how much more prolific the chapbook publishing industry was than its bound-book brother.
If you had a pub song, a political complaint, a poem, or a story, the chapbook was the most efficient way to “get the word” out before daily newspaper, radio, television, or Facebook. The chapbook became the information medium for “ordinary” people. As the British economy shifted to manufacturing, the literacy rate rose dramatically. An estimated 60% of adult males in England were literate by the mid-1700’s, a figure considerably higher than the rate for Fox News viewers (fwiw I wish Fox had a paper publication). Most of those who could read lacked the income necessary to buy bound books.
Perhaps the most famous chapbook ever, though it’s usually called a pamphlet, was Thomas Paine’s Common Sense, a publication that made the case for American independence from England. In the years 1775-1776, an estimated 500,000 copies of Paine’s Common Sense were printed and distributed when the total population of the colonies was 2.5 million. Chapbooks weren’t intended to be physically permanent, but some definitely aren’t forgotten.
The chapbook form faded after the emergence of the cheap daily newspaper, a new kind of disposable print that spawned a writer named, Charles Dickens. The tradition, however, has continued in poetry and for fiction writers. Notably, Lawrence Ferlinghetti helped to revive the form in the fifties by publishing the Beats through City Lights’ Pocket Poet series, an homage to the traditional chapbook’s smaller physical size. It’s still common for writers to put together up to sixty pages and distribute it as a “chapbook”, but modern chapbooks frequently aren’t intended for ordinary readers, aren’t meant to be disposable, nor are they currently the cheapest way to distribute writing. The modern paper chapbook has become a niche medium often intended for a highly-sophisticated audience. _______________________
Marko Fong This is Part 3 of an intermittent FFC series on Chapbooks and Part 1 of “Electronic Chapbooks” by Marko Fong. His Part 2 will appear tomorrow, October 19. Part 1 of the Chapbooks series was written by Bonnie ZoBell. ”Creating a Fiction Chapbook“ appeared at FFC on September 10.
by Marko Fong
Electronic publishing has one clear disadvantage when compared to paper– once you’re done reading, you can’t use it as toilet paper. Apparently during the 16th century, personal hygiene was one of many secondary uses for early chapbooks. Until recently, I’d never thought a lot about chapbooks much less their secondary uses. They were just something that poets printed up so they’d have something to sell at readings. In case you’re wondering, my answer is “No, I’ve never done that to someone else’s chapbook.” I’ll swear it on my copies of Fifty Shades of Grey and Paul Ryan’s budget plan.
Fifteen months ago, Jo-Anne Rosen, asked me to help her with e-Chapbook.com (the “e” is for “electronic”). I became fiction editor which basically means that Jo-Anne does all the work and I do the fun stuff. Before we published electronic ones, I had to learn more about traditional chapbooks.
The English-language chapbook was the product of three historical developments, the paper mill (paper got much cheaper), printing, and the rise of literacy among the poor. The difference between inexpensive paper and quality paper today is much less extreme than it was then. We now assume that paper will be high contrast, take and hold inks readily, resist tearing, and maintain uniform size and thickness. Even as recently as the sixties, some paperbacks were printed on paper that failed to meet all those standards. If an ordinary person in the 16th century, wanted to share a broadside, a ballad, poems, nursery rhymes, or stories, the options were limited. Alongside the printers who produced those King James Bibles with the gold-leaf edging, leather covers, hand-stitched bindings, and smear-free ink, a “people’s” medium for publication emerged that,
Didn’t have a binding or hard cover Was made by folding sheets of low-quality paper multiple times (32 pages or 5 folds came from this tradition) and was physically smaller than a printed book. Used quick-inexpensive production and printing techniques (illustration was limited to simple woodcuts) with low quality ink on cheap paper. The product was meant to last about as long as Rock of Ages stayed in movie theaters.
These were “chapbooks.” The middle English word for “cheap” was “ceap.” They sold for anywhere from two to twelve pence a copy and instead of being sold through booksellers were distributed in pubs, on street corners, at markets, and other public gatherings by a new sort of peddler called a “chapman”(not to be confused with the guy who killed John Lennon). The form became phenomenally successful. Because few examples of early chapbooks survive, we forget how much more prolific the chapbook publishing industry was than its bound-book brother.
If you had a pub song, a political complaint, a poem, or a story, the chapbook was the most efficient way to “get the word” out before daily newspaper, radio, television, or Facebook. The chapbook became the information medium for “ordinary” people. As the British economy shifted to manufacturing, the literacy rate rose dramatically. An estimated 60% of adult males in England were literate by the mid-1700’s, a figure considerably higher than the rate for Fox News viewers (fwiw I wish Fox had a paper publication). Most of those who could read lacked the income necessary to buy bound books.
Perhaps the most famous chapbook ever, though it’s usually called a pamphlet, was Thomas Paine’s Common Sense, a publication that made the case for American independence from England. In the years 1775-1776, an estimated 500,000 copies of Paine’s Common Sense were printed and distributed when the total population of the colonies was 2.5 million. Chapbooks weren’t intended to be physically permanent, but some definitely aren’t forgotten.
The chapbook form faded after the emergence of the cheap daily newspaper, a new kind of disposable print that spawned a writer named, Charles Dickens. The tradition, however, has continued in poetry and for fiction writers. Notably, Lawrence Ferlinghetti helped to revive the form in the fifties by publishing the Beats through City Lights’ Pocket Poet series, an homage to the traditional chapbook’s smaller physical size. It’s still common for writers to put together up to sixty pages and distribute it as a “chapbook”, but modern chapbooks frequently aren’t intended for ordinary readers, aren’t meant to be disposable, nor are they currently the cheapest way to distribute writing. The modern paper chapbook has become a niche medium often intended for a highly-sophisticated audience. _______________________
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Road To Grammar --- Your Road to Better Grammar
Road To Grammar --- Your Road to Better Grammar
Quizzes, practice, etc.
Quizzes, practice, etc.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Video: SNL's iPhone 5 Bit and 10 Other Hilarious Tech Skits | News & Opinion | PCMag.com
Video: SNL's iPhone 5 Bit and 10 Other Hilarious Tech Skits | News & Opinion | PCMag.com Great skit.
<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.nbc.com/assets/video/widget/widget.html?vid=1420759" frameborder="0"></iframe>
<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.nbc.com/assets/video/widget/widget.html?vid=1420759" frameborder="0"></iframe>
Monday, October 15, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Innovative Fiction
Innovative Fiction A monthly literary magazine that reviews innovative novels in the context of Surrealism and modern art.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Why Sex Doesn’t Sell | Copyblogger
Why Sex Doesn’t Sell | Copyblogger
In his essay It’s Necessary for the Scene, American Playwright David Mamet
explains why no play or movie he writes or directs include explicit sex scenes.
Friday, October 5, 2012
The Pinch Literary Journal
The Pinch Literary Journal
The slush must flow, and our pile is going strong, but lately we’re feeling the pinch (sorry) when it comes to shorter fiction and creative nonfiction. We just aren’t getting enough of it, and we like to include a few pieces in each issue. In fact, we’d like it now more than ever,
The slush must flow, and our pile is going strong, but lately we’re feeling the pinch (sorry) when it comes to shorter fiction and creative nonfiction. We just aren’t getting enough of it, and we like to include a few pieces in each issue. In fact, we’d like it now more than ever,
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Essay from Flash Fiction about Flash Fiction
Posted: 04 Oct 2012 01:01 AM PDT
by Erin Entrada Kelly
Flash fiction has an underbelly. Don’t believe me? Scour the Internet and read the flash fiction literature that’s out there. You’ll find some really weird stuff. Stories that would never grace the pages of the Paris Review or New Yorker. Stories that don’t necessarily follow all the conventions, but find their place anyway. That’s why I love flash so much. The already-vague rules are constantly being broken.
Sometimes there are concepts that are intriguing enough to be written, but won’t work as a traditional short story, novella or novel. Sometimes that’s not what we want, anyway. We just want to provide a peek of someone’s oddball life; we don’t want to delve full-force into it. (The more delving, the less interesting that life can become, after all). Flash fiction allows us to do that — it provides a platform to stretch our creative fingers and let loose our own weird underbellies that have nowhere else to go.
We’ve all heard the old adage: Write what you know. In flash, that doesn’t really matter. You can throw it out the window. You don’t have to write what you know. You can write what you create, what you imagine, what you conjure, what you pull out of thin air. You can break the rules, because the rules don’t really exist anyway.
Have you ever sat in a silent room and wondered what would happen if someone – maybe you – suddenly stood up and screamed like a maniac? Write it. Ever attended a wedding and considered objecting, just to see what would happen? Write it. Been at work, lounged back in your cubicle, and considered the possibility that all of your co-workers were synthetic androids? Write it.
Even if you don’t consider yourself a master of quirky fiction, even if you feel most comfortable within the confines of “traditional literature” (or maybe especially so), write it. Stretch your imagination. Push your limits. You’re a flash fiction writer — you have the avenue, you have the opportunity. See where your mind will go. Break off the chains of writing rules. Forget what you’ve learned.
How? Here’s a few thoughts:
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Erin Entrada Kelly is staff editor for Flash Fiction Chronicles. Her fiction has been published widely in places like Keyhole Magazine, Monkeybicycle and the Kyoto Journal. She was short-listed for the Eric Hoffer National Fiction Prize and the Philippines Free Press Literary Award for Short Fiction. She works at Swarthmore College and has a debut novel forthcoming from HarperCollins’ Greenwillow Books. Read more at www.erinentradakelly.com. If you’re on Facebook, find her here.
Flash fiction has an underbelly. Don’t believe me? Scour the Internet and read the flash fiction literature that’s out there. You’ll find some really weird stuff. Stories that would never grace the pages of the Paris Review or New Yorker. Stories that don’t necessarily follow all the conventions, but find their place anyway. That’s why I love flash so much. The already-vague rules are constantly being broken.
Sometimes there are concepts that are intriguing enough to be written, but won’t work as a traditional short story, novella or novel. Sometimes that’s not what we want, anyway. We just want to provide a peek of someone’s oddball life; we don’t want to delve full-force into it. (The more delving, the less interesting that life can become, after all). Flash fiction allows us to do that — it provides a platform to stretch our creative fingers and let loose our own weird underbellies that have nowhere else to go.
We’ve all heard the old adage: Write what you know. In flash, that doesn’t really matter. You can throw it out the window. You don’t have to write what you know. You can write what you create, what you imagine, what you conjure, what you pull out of thin air. You can break the rules, because the rules don’t really exist anyway.
Have you ever sat in a silent room and wondered what would happen if someone – maybe you – suddenly stood up and screamed like a maniac? Write it. Ever attended a wedding and considered objecting, just to see what would happen? Write it. Been at work, lounged back in your cubicle, and considered the possibility that all of your co-workers were synthetic androids? Write it.
Even if you don’t consider yourself a master of quirky fiction, even if you feel most comfortable within the confines of “traditional literature” (or maybe especially so), write it. Stretch your imagination. Push your limits. You’re a flash fiction writer — you have the avenue, you have the opportunity. See where your mind will go. Break off the chains of writing rules. Forget what you’ve learned.
How? Here’s a few thoughts:
- Revisit an old concept that you thought you couldn’t write, or thought was too ridiculous. Consider ways to morph that concept into a piece of flash.
- Observe people. Think: What if?
- Go beyond your comfort zone. Try something you’ve never tried before. You have nothing to lose, really. The more we push our limits, the more versatile we allow ourselves to be.
“Write what you know?” Fuggetaboutit. Try the what-ifs. You might surprise yourself.___________________________________________________________________________________
Erin Entrada Kelly is staff editor for Flash Fiction Chronicles. Her fiction has been published widely in places like Keyhole Magazine, Monkeybicycle and the Kyoto Journal. She was short-listed for the Eric Hoffer National Fiction Prize and the Philippines Free Press Literary Award for Short Fiction. She works at Swarthmore College and has a debut novel forthcoming from HarperCollins’ Greenwillow Books. Read more at www.erinentradakelly.com. If you’re on Facebook, find her here.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Home | filling Station
Home | filling Station
Wicked writing for intense writers.
fS is Canada's alternative literary magazine.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Sunday, September 23, 2012
short shorts journals
You will have to Google the links, ladies and gentleman. Sorry.
3:AM Magazine,
Brevity,
Ecelctic Flash,
Flash,
Flash Fiction Online,
Flashfiction.net,
Flashquake,
Fleeting,
FRiGG,
Monkeybicycle,
Nano Fiction,
Narrative,
Quick Fiction,
Sentence,
Smokelong Quarterly,
The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts,
Vestal Review,
Willow Springs,
Word Riot
Friday, September 21, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Kurt Vonnegut Writing Tips
In his book Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction, Vonnegut listed eight rules for writing a short story:
Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action. Start as close to the end as possible.
Be a Sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To hell with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.
Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action. Start as close to the end as possible.
Be a Sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To hell with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Flash Fiction World Kindle Publication
The good news is that the first Flash Fiction World collection of the best stories published on FFW up until March 9, 2011 is available on Amazon as a Kindle ebook. My work has been included in the book. -tp.
http://www.amazon.com/Flash-Fiction-World-ebook/dp/B0096QHYA8/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1347032148&sr=8-2&keywords=flash+fiction+world
INNER SINS: http://www.innersins.com Submissions
Submissions
"We are proud to say this is it! Our first Issue! It took some time to choose the right pieces for our inaugural issue, but we believe in the authors we have chosen to represent us here. After reading their tales, we think you will agree. We offer Poetry as well as Fiction, so take a look around, see what we have to offer. If you like what you see, make sure to drop us a line. Stay in touch with Inner Sins through Blogger and Facebook."
"We are proud to say this is it! Our first Issue! It took some time to choose the right pieces for our inaugural issue, but we believe in the authors we have chosen to represent us here. After reading their tales, we think you will agree. We offer Poetry as well as Fiction, so take a look around, see what we have to offer. If you like what you see, make sure to drop us a line. Stay in touch with Inner Sins through Blogger and Facebook."
Monday, September 10, 2012
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
20 redundant phrases to eliminate from your writing | Articles | Home
20 redundant phrases to eliminate from your writing | Articles | Home Please eliminate them from your speech, too, kids.
Friday, September 7, 2012
Turbulence: Submissions
Turbulence: Submissions Turbulence is a quarterly printed poetry magazine based in the UK which publishes poetry from around the world. The only payment we can make is in contributor copies. These are hard copies in the EU and electronic copies outside the EU.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
5 Web-Based Tools For Any Browser That Every Writer Should Use
5 Web-Based Tools For Any Browser That Every Writer Should Use: 5 Web-Based Tools For Any Browser That Every Writer Should Use
Monday, September 3, 2012
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Friday, August 31, 2012
Reaching Level 4: Eye on the Prize
Reaching Level 4: Eye on the Prize
Mastering your punctuation. Good article for Textbroker authors.
Mastering your punctuation. Good article for Textbroker authors.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
The Missing Slate: Art & Literary Journal
The Missing Slate: Art & Literary Journal
Always look for the "Submissions" link when visiting on line journals, pubs, etc.
Always look for the "Submissions" link when visiting on line journals, pubs, etc.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Introducing Keith Moul, Photographer and Writer
Click on the image for a full view.
Keith is retired from the insurance business, and lives in Blaine, WA. He spends his time writing poems and traveling for photos. He recently published 2 chap books: The Grammar of Mind, with Blue & Yellow Dog Press and Beautiful Agitation, with Red Ochre Press. A poem written to accompany one of his photos was a 2010 Pushcart nominee. [Raymond Carver, one of my favorite, local authors, was also acknowledged by Pushcart. - Ed.]
Photo of Keith by Ianthe Moul
Monday, August 27, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Awarded The Golden Monkey today...
I've been awarded the Golden Monkey. The Golden Monkey is awarded to those contributors who have sent in over one hundred 100 word stories to the site (100 WORD STORIES), whether as a Weekly Challenge entry or a daily story on its own.
Swamp Biscuits and Tea
Swamp Biscuits and Tea
Swamp Biscuits and Tea is a quarterly journal of highly imaginative short fiction. Though magic realism is our primary focus, our journal strives to coalesce an interesting variety of styles and genres, of strangeness and familiarity, into a weird and wonderful gumbo that is uniquely our own. We seek out and publish only the best original stories, which (if they are to meet our ridiculously high standards) must be captivating, creative, technically sound, and memorable.
Swamp Biscuits and Tea is a quarterly journal of highly imaginative short fiction. Though magic realism is our primary focus, our journal strives to coalesce an interesting variety of styles and genres, of strangeness and familiarity, into a weird and wonderful gumbo that is uniquely our own. We seek out and publish only the best original stories, which (if they are to meet our ridiculously high standards) must be captivating, creative, technically sound, and memorable.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Speculative fiction - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Speculative fiction - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Do you write spec fiction? Definition from Wikipedia:
Speculative fiction is an umbrella term encompassing the more fantastical fiction genres, specifically science fiction, fantasy, horror, weird fiction, supernatural fiction, superhero fiction, utopian and dystopian fiction, apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic fiction, and alternate history in literature as well as related static, motion, and virtual arts.[1]
Do you write spec fiction? Definition from Wikipedia:
Speculative fiction is an umbrella term encompassing the more fantastical fiction genres, specifically science fiction, fantasy, horror, weird fiction, supernatural fiction, superhero fiction, utopian and dystopian fiction, apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic fiction, and alternate history in literature as well as related static, motion, and virtual arts.[1]
Monday, August 20, 2012
The Speculative Edge
The Speculative Edge
My story, Contest, was rejected today. I read a sample issue of The Speculative Edge and thought my story fit their guidelines, but I was wrong. The editor said "I however liked your writing style and have been looking for more flash fiction like this. If you have any other speculative stories around this length (300-800 words) I would be happy to take a look. If you have a couple that might fit, feel free to send me two or three."
Contest
The competition came to our little town every two years. Sponsored by the largest, information diffusion and outbreak detection center in the Northwest. The prize this year was ten thousand credits and a ramjet shuttle trip to Mumbai. Several of us had entered in previous years, but the group of us that hung around together never won, although Debbie placed second two years before.
We inserted our temporary ID tag and took the mover to the deck, three levels down. We moved into the auditorium and took our seats in front of the work stations. Anticipation was high, and we tried to appear nonchalant, knowing that our group were so close that everyone knew how the other’s felt.
The invigilator spoke to us for a few minutes, laying out the strict rules of engagement. We heard very precise and deliberate instructions, and a no-nonsense sternness painted everything else, including the invigilator’s suit, her glasses and accessories.
Three strangers excused themselves and left the auditorium. They offered some feeble excuses, but we all knew they had lost their nerve after sizing the rest of us up, and taking a peek at some of the equipment we brought with us.
Each of us were to have a turn, then as necessary, each of us would offer suggestions for improvements, deletions, methods of operation and so on.
A woman named Mary went first. She showed her device, put it through its paces, and running it full speed, and over-clocked, without any external cooling or venting. We were amazed, and Mary gloated. Don was next with his apparatus. It was almost at the limit of the size allowed, but it performed beautifully, and no one could detect any output errors at first inspection. Debbie was next. She based her appliance on an older, laser model she had shown before. This one was a little different. It was faster, seemed to pull power out of the air, and was extremely prolific. We didn’t have time to run any quality checks on the output, but we trusted that it did a good job. Billy Bob was next in order to demo his contrivance. He pulled it out of a sleek, fluted, nanotube case and plugged in a small, hydrogen fuel cell. It hummed for a few seconds and a flexible, oleophobic screen and lens slid out of the side to project a hundred or so lines of text on the far wall of the room. We all could see the text of the piece of science fiction he was working on. He fed his device a few more parameters, shut off the granny filters, and pressed a few buttons before a second piece of fiction was displayed on the wall. His optional hard copy device supplied a copy of the second piece for each of us to read and edit. There were no questions or comments. The Invigilator appeared, smiled, shook Billy Bob’s hand and awarded him the Grand Prix.
The winning piece of fiction was published within days. As previously agreed and attested to, Billy Bob was not allowed simultaneous submissions, so he and his machine were taken to the shredder, nearby.
My story, Contest, was rejected today. I read a sample issue of The Speculative Edge and thought my story fit their guidelines, but I was wrong. The editor said "I however liked your writing style and have been looking for more flash fiction like this. If you have any other speculative stories around this length (300-800 words) I would be happy to take a look. If you have a couple that might fit, feel free to send me two or three."
Contest
The competition came to our little town every two years. Sponsored by the largest, information diffusion and outbreak detection center in the Northwest. The prize this year was ten thousand credits and a ramjet shuttle trip to Mumbai. Several of us had entered in previous years, but the group of us that hung around together never won, although Debbie placed second two years before.
We inserted our temporary ID tag and took the mover to the deck, three levels down. We moved into the auditorium and took our seats in front of the work stations. Anticipation was high, and we tried to appear nonchalant, knowing that our group were so close that everyone knew how the other’s felt.
The invigilator spoke to us for a few minutes, laying out the strict rules of engagement. We heard very precise and deliberate instructions, and a no-nonsense sternness painted everything else, including the invigilator’s suit, her glasses and accessories.
Three strangers excused themselves and left the auditorium. They offered some feeble excuses, but we all knew they had lost their nerve after sizing the rest of us up, and taking a peek at some of the equipment we brought with us.
Each of us were to have a turn, then as necessary, each of us would offer suggestions for improvements, deletions, methods of operation and so on.
A woman named Mary went first. She showed her device, put it through its paces, and running it full speed, and over-clocked, without any external cooling or venting. We were amazed, and Mary gloated. Don was next with his apparatus. It was almost at the limit of the size allowed, but it performed beautifully, and no one could detect any output errors at first inspection. Debbie was next. She based her appliance on an older, laser model she had shown before. This one was a little different. It was faster, seemed to pull power out of the air, and was extremely prolific. We didn’t have time to run any quality checks on the output, but we trusted that it did a good job. Billy Bob was next in order to demo his contrivance. He pulled it out of a sleek, fluted, nanotube case and plugged in a small, hydrogen fuel cell. It hummed for a few seconds and a flexible, oleophobic screen and lens slid out of the side to project a hundred or so lines of text on the far wall of the room. We all could see the text of the piece of science fiction he was working on. He fed his device a few more parameters, shut off the granny filters, and pressed a few buttons before a second piece of fiction was displayed on the wall. His optional hard copy device supplied a copy of the second piece for each of us to read and edit. There were no questions or comments. The Invigilator appeared, smiled, shook Billy Bob’s hand and awarded him the Grand Prix.
The winning piece of fiction was published within days. As previously agreed and attested to, Billy Bob was not allowed simultaneous submissions, so he and his machine were taken to the shredder, nearby.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Another poem by Donal Mahoney
The Honey Room
Brother Al, in his hood,
is out in his field
making love to his bees.
From my room I can see him
move through his hives
the way people should move
among people.
The bees give him gold and the gold
turns orange in the jars
that he sells in a room
near the door of the abbey.
The Honey Room, everyone calls it.
Besides Brother Al, only I
go into that room full of honey.
I go in there and bend
and look through the jars
on the shelves and the sills
till there in the orange I see Sue
standing straight
in a field of her own
with a smile
for our garland of children.
Visit Donal's site at: http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com/ for more of his work.
I initially published one of Donal's poems on 20 July, this year on 5thCoffee.
I initially published one of Donal's poems on 20 July, this year on 5thCoffee.
Friday, August 17, 2012
A new photo by Eleanor Bennett
Click on image for full size.
This is another of Eleanor's photos, rich in color, and delicate texture.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Craft: The Magic Keys to Tight Prose « Flash Fiction Chronicles
Craft: The Magic Keys to Tight Prose « Flash Fiction Chronicles
"When you tighten your prose, you want to eliminate a lot of the words commonly used in speech, but which can clutter up your writing. “Just” is one of those words. So are “still,” “that,” “which,” “had,” “who,” “actually,” “really,” “quite,” and “perhaps.” Other words to consider jettisoning are “was” and “is” in combination with a verb such as “run.” Example, I was running is stronger when phrased as I ran…and uses fewer words ."
-by Gill Hoffs
"When you tighten your prose, you want to eliminate a lot of the words commonly used in speech, but which can clutter up your writing. “Just” is one of those words. So are “still,” “that,” “which,” “had,” “who,” “actually,” “really,” “quite,” and “perhaps.” Other words to consider jettisoning are “was” and “is” in combination with a verb such as “run.” Example, I was running is stronger when phrased as I ran…and uses fewer words ."
-by Gill Hoffs
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Poetry course at Stanford U.
Texts for on line course:
(Required) Ilya Kaminsky, Dancing in Odessa (ISBN 1932195122)
(Required) Bruce Smith, Devotions (ISBN 0226764354)
(Required) Tracy K. Smith, Life on Mars (ISBN 1555975844)
(Required) Louise Gluck, A Village Life (ISBN 0374532435)
(Required) Adrienne Rich, The Dream of a Common Language: Poems 1974-1977 (ISBN 0820333689)
(Required) Jericho Brown, Please (ISBN 1930974795)
(Required) Tony Hoagland, Real Sofistikashun (ISBN 1555974554
Monday, August 13, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Submission Guidelines | The Rocky Mountain Review
Submission Guidelines | The Rocky Mountain Review Non fiction submissions.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Friday, August 10, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Short film
Bio: Florence B is from London but is exploring North America right now. She makes very short, analog avant-garde films.
I told Florence: "You know,
Florence, there is not a lot of there, there, but Car is so unique, and unexpected, I will
put it up as soon as..."
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
www.subtopian.com
www.subtopian.com
Founded by author Trevor Richardson, The Subtopian Magazine is a Portland-based magazine that looks for fiction, non-fiction, poetry and art. We look for work that deals with the issue of our impending future. Stories that express a view of society in between the two extremes are given top consideration, but we’ll also publish dystopian fiction and, if you’re brave enough, a story describing utopia.
Founded by author Trevor Richardson, The Subtopian Magazine is a Portland-based magazine that looks for fiction, non-fiction, poetry and art. We look for work that deals with the issue of our impending future. Stories that express a view of society in between the two extremes are given top consideration, but we’ll also publish dystopian fiction and, if you’re brave enough, a story describing utopia.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Another brilliant photo by Eleanor Leonne Bennett
Click the image for full size:
The image is titled: "Looking for Light"
See Eleanor's site: http://eleanorleonnebennett.zenfolio.com/
Eleanor has given me permission to "...include her images as I see fit." (7/22/2012)
See Eleanor's site: http://eleanorleonnebennett.zenfolio.com/
Eleanor has given me permission to "...include her images as I see fit." (7/22/2012)
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
New Stories to be published in a few days.
LINGUISTIC EROSION < http://linguisticerosion.com > is publishing "The Wisest Man in Wyoming" and it will appear on the front page on 8/8/12 and they will publish "Stovepipe" on 8/13.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Writers Free Reference -- Where to find free Information for writers and others
Writers Free Reference -- Where to find free Information for writers and others
Grammar
Grammar Guide ..... An excellent grammar guide by Kelly Mortimer
English Grammar ..... Instructions on grammar
Grammar Slammer ..... Grammar Help for The University of Maine
Grammar ..... Guide to Grammar and Style by Jack Lynch
Common Errors
Common Errors in English ..... By Paul Brians Professor of English Washington State University
Commonly Confused Words ..... A list of commonly confused words and what they mean
Quiz on Commonly Confused Words ..... From Dr. Richard Lederer
Grammar
Grammar Guide ..... An excellent grammar guide by Kelly Mortimer
English Grammar ..... Instructions on grammar
Grammar Slammer ..... Grammar Help for The University of Maine
Grammar ..... Guide to Grammar and Style by Jack Lynch
Common Errors
Common Errors in English ..... By Paul Brians Professor of English Washington State University
Commonly Confused Words ..... A list of commonly confused words and what they mean
Quiz on Commonly Confused Words ..... From Dr. Richard Lederer
Monday, July 30, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Introducing street photographer, Sarah Edwards of Montreal
Click on the image for full size. The photo is a 35mm photograph.
Eleanor Bennett, Photographer
Eleanor Leonne Bennett is a British Teenager who had has her photography exhibited around the globe in galleries and published around the world in magazines.
Title: Walking Through Skeleton Trees
Click on the image for a FULL sized display.
Eleanor is the winner of the UK National Geographic Kids Photography Contest 2010, The World Photography Organization's Photomonth youth award 2010 , The February 2011 winner with Nature's Best Photography, Winston's Wish 2011, Papworth Trust (under 16s: 1st ,2nd and 3rd place) and has also won three National Art contests (from the age of 11) with the Woodland Trust Nature Detectives.
http://eleanorleonnebennett.zenfolio.com/
Eleanor has kindly contributed her work to our site.
Title: Walking Through Skeleton Trees
Click on the image for a FULL sized display.
Eleanor is the winner of the UK National Geographic Kids Photography Contest 2010, The World Photography Organization's Photomonth youth award 2010 , The February 2011 winner with Nature's Best Photography, Winston's Wish 2011, Papworth Trust (under 16s: 1st ,2nd and 3rd place) and has also won three National Art contests (from the age of 11) with the Woodland Trust Nature Detectives.
http://eleanorleonnebennett.zenfolio.com/
Eleanor has kindly contributed her work to our site.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
pacificREVIEW
pacificREVIEW A west coast arts review annual, pacific REVIEW has published high-quality poetry, prose, and art since 1972. Past issues boast the talent of San Diego State University literati and other notable guest contributors.
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