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There is something wonderfully sweet about a woman touching your hand across a table and telling you about love.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Read “The Boy and the Palm Reader” by Nick Kocz and Jenniey Tallman.

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The unicorn pulls…

Saturday, January 8, 2011

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 On a Narrow Windowsill: Fiction and Poetry Folded onto Twitter), to appear in February and March respectively.

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I wonder if the uncle thought no one could see him (no one seemed to notice), I wonder if he thought I would just let him do it (I didn’t say anything), I wonder if he thought I would take him up on some offer (the adult in me now yells angry insults, as if the one adult in the green-white-brown shadows of that room to stand up and protest, ‘What kind of asshole is this guy!?’).

Friday, December 31, 2010

Read “Still Life with Nixon on the Beach” by Elissa Field.

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His old pick-up had been their home for three and a half years of wandering until Bookie had gone inside. The truck was won in a fight, like everything else of value they’d had in those days.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Read “Native” by Jim Walke.

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v. [with obj.] set (something) on fire

Sunday, December 26, 2010

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 parents’ – Alan’s grandparents’ – so there was no internet, which limited what you could do besides read the dictionary that comes loaded on there, and marvel at the non-backlit [...]

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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 summer’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.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Read “The Dybbuk in Love” by Sonya Taaffe.

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My fairies can resist strong winds and go where I wish them, according to the instructions I have laid into their ‘brains,’ which are based on the papers Babbage has published.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Read “Clockwork Fairies” by Cat Rambo.

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“Tacky costume jewelry,” she said as if the quality of the earrings angered her more than their presence in her bedroom.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Read “In the Event of My Father’s Death” by Roxane Gay.

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The terrain now is different from when he was younger.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Read “Big Boy Graveyard, Marquette, Michigan” by Jennifer A. Howard (via).

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Fuck yeah oatmeal.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

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 goes double for tonight. I work at a hospital, and we’ve lost the person who was doing our FMLA/disability paperwork, so while they hire for that position, I am doing [...]

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