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My work can be found in REAL: Regarding Arts and Letters, The Jabberwock Review, The Emerson Review, Storyglossia, The MacGuffin, Confrontation, Passages North, SmokeLong Quarterly, elimae, wigleaf, Pank, New Delta Review, and Gargoyle #57, among others. One of my stories has been translated into Farsi by Asadollah Amraee, and many others by Jalil Jafari, two of which have been published in the Iranian journal, Golestaneh Magazine. Currently, I'm an Associate editor for Narrative Magazine. In 2011, I was awarded the Carol Houck Smith Contributor Scholarship for the Bread Loaf Writers' Conference.

Saturday, April 30, 2005


Check out the latest Pot de Creme with wild and wonderful art from Terri Brown-Davidson and a kickin story from Joshua Weber

Don't forget to read the interview and see the bonus photos too!

Friday, April 29, 2005

Outside My Window...

A breeze is shaking Dogwood blossoms loose; they look like snow.


I've just started Ann Beattie's recent short story collection, Follies. So far so good.


A story by Tomi Shaw in Pboz.


A tiny blip about Ryan Harty and his wife, Julie Orringer, author of "How to Breathe Underwater."


An interview with Stewart O'Nan

Thursday, April 28, 2005


Ryan Harty has recently wowed me with his prize-winning collection: Bring Me Your Saddest Arizona

Each of the eight stories deals with sadness in indelible forms. One of my favorites in the collection centers around a husband and wife and their robot son who seems to be coming apart. The ways in which each family member handles the boy's breakdown mirror survival techniques of people dealing with illness: The wife distances herself; the husband tries to fix the situation; and the son tries to hide his problems.

In another story, a brother cleans the apartment of his dead, mentally ill sister and sweeps all of her cats out onto the street, except one.

The last story, September, is a gorgeous account of one young man's first love: the mother of one of his friends.

I highly recommend this SSC!

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Tuesday, April 26, 2005


What if you woke one morning to a phone call from your spouse telling you he or she was in jail? What if the charge was murder? Would you stand by him/her even after they were convicted? How long would be reasonable? A year? Five years? What if you had a child?
These are the questions Patty Dickerson faces in The Good Wife.

Stewart O’Nan offers us this story of the faithful, long suffering wife as she remains true to her ideal of the healthy family even as her husband spends over twenty years in prison. The strength in this novel lies in the superb characterization because as the reader asks what kind of person could live his life this way, O’Nan answers it with credibility. It may not be a road you or I would take, but as we grow to understand Patty Dickerson, the reader can at least appreciate her choices come from her background and her self-imposed limitations.

I highly recommend this novel. O’Nan has done it again.

Monday, April 25, 2005


Beverly Jackson inspired me to look up poems by Billy Collins and I found this cool site which includes audio as well.


New at Salome

Saturday, April 23, 2005


A frightful story from Tomi Shaw at Thieves Jargon.


Also at McSweeney's is a list from Aimee Hennessy


The talented and very funny Sean Carmen has a story live at Monkey Biicycle (scroll down) and at McSweeney's.

Thursday, April 21, 2005


Fabulous story from Jordan Rosenfeld at Opium Magazine


What I saw on my walk last evening:

Blotches of riotous color (azaleas)
Dogwoods in bloom
furrows in our vegetable garden
man redoing his roof
girl out walking her little dog
one dead, but pristine, Copperhead in the middle of the road.

AAAHHHHHH!!!!!! ;)

It didn't really bother me, really. I'm not afraid of snakes to that extent. I did bend down cautiously to make sure he was really dead, though.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005


For Sylvia Plath fans I found this site of her collected poetry Sylvia Plath

and I found this site too: Plath info.

I watched the movie Sylvia last night and even though I knew how it would turn out, it still moved me. I read "The Bell Jar" a few years ago and if you haven't read it, I highly recommend it.


New work at Salome

Saturday, April 16, 2005


I'm reading and enjoying Maxine Swann's novel, "Serious Girls." A writer friend of mine told me she loved Swann's short story, "Flower Children." Originally published in Ploughshares, it went on to win an O'Henry, the Cohen award and the Pushcart. While looking it up on the internet I found this:

Comments from Larry Dark

and a link to the story:

Flower Children


From "The Year of Pleasures," by Elizabeth Berg:

'There is a story about a Navajo grandfather who once told his grandson, "Two wolves live inside me. One is the bad wolf, full of greed and laziness, full of anger and jealousy and regret. The other is the good wolf, full of joy and compassion and willingness and a great love for the world. All the time, these wolves are fighting inside me." "But grandfather," the boy said. "Which wolf will win?" The grandfather answered, "The one I feed." '

Friday, April 15, 2005


Read a fabulous flash from the talented Ellen Meister in the latest Hot Pot a sampler from the print journal Ink Pot.

Ellen Meister's book "George Clooney and Other Secret Longings of the PTA," is coming out in 2006


I've taken the book quiz:

You're The Things They Carried!

by Tim O'Brien

Harsh and bitter, you tell it like it is. This usually comes in short,
dramatic spurts of spilling your guts in various ways. You carry a heavy load, and this
has weighed you down with all the horrors that humanity has to offer. Having seen and
done a great deal that you aren't proud of, you have no choice but to walk forward,
trudging slowly through ongoing mud. In the next life, you will come back as a water

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Thursday, April 14, 2005


Read a wonderful flash fiction from Clifford Garstang in The Beat.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005


The Spring edition of FRIGG is live!

Monday, April 11, 2005


New work at Salome


Hilarious post on Katie Weekley's Blog!


Over at Moorishgirl Laila Lalami has a wonderful commentary on her time spent at Hedgebrook working on her novel.


Jonathan Safran Foer, author of the much acclaimed “Everything is Illuminated,” has written his second novel, “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.” His first novel won many awards, some of which include the Guardian First Book Award; The National Jewish Book Award; and the New York Public Library Young Lion’s Prize. Mr. Foer was one of Rolling Stone’s People of the Year and the film version to his first novel will be coming out in August of this year.

In “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close,” nine-year-old Oskar Schell is released from school early on September 11, 2001 and once home, finds five messages from his father, who was in a meeting in one of the buildings struck by the terrorists. Wanting to protect his mother, Oskar confiscates the machine, hides it away in his closet, and replays the messages in the privacy of his own room. After the funeral, Oskar finds a mysterious key in the back of his father’s closet. Believing it will give him important insight into his father’s life and armed with only one clue, Oskar searches all of New York City for the lock the key will open.

On the first page the reader is introduced to the wonderful, quirky, precocious Oskar, who spends his time after his father’s death in “heavy boots” inventing things to improve the lives around him:

“What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or just crack up with me? I could invent a teakettle that reads in Dads voice, so I could fall asleep, or maybe a set of teakettles that sings the chorus of “Yellow Submarine,” which is a song by the Beatles, who I love, because entomology is one of my raisons d’etre, which is a French expression that I know.”

Foer is fearless in his attempt to portray the effect of the events of September 11. Yet, this book does not speak for New York as a whole, or the country as a whole or the world. It is a peek into the lives of one family. Foer has offered us a piece of the truth, and by doing this he has shown more effectively the enormity of the impact on the whole.

The book is a collage of images and stories. The horrors of the bombing on Dresden and the bomb on Hiroshima are included. The effect of this inclusion is that war is shown more as a global plague on humanity. Foer is clever in his use of visuals to move along the story. The result is a unique feeling of involvement by the reader. It is also a collage of grief. All of Foer’s characters have lost something or someone important to them: Oskar lost his father and sense of security; Oskar’s mother lost her husband; Oskar’s grandmother lost her own husband to ghosts of his past; in the bombing of Dresden, Oskar’s grandfather lost his first love, a child, and his voice. What is so striking is the dignity with which these people attempt to carry on after the weight of their grief threatens to do them in. Even one of the minor characters is a portrait of perseverance when she decides to live at the top of the Empire State Building because it reminds her of the hope she had when her husband was still alive.

There is a gorgeous honesty throughout this novel and in each of the characters. And Foer has designed a satisfying sense of closure. Oskar in his inventive imagination finds a way to close the “lid” on the mystery of his father. The end of the book reaches the height of poignancy as Oskar imagines the event of September 11 backward. For this reader, “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close,” is one of the best books of the year.

Sunday, April 10, 2005


New litmag reviews in at New Pages

Some of the journals reviewed this time around:

The Missouri Review
The Hudson Review
Room of One's Own

Saturday, April 09, 2005


Mary Gordon has published five novels, a book of novellas, a collection of short stories, a memoir, two books of essays, and a biography of Joan of Arc. She is a recipient of the Lila Acheson Wallace Reader's Digest Award, a Guggenheim fellowship and a 1997 O. Henry Prize for best short story. Her latest novel, “Pearl,” may delve into similar issues as her other works: religion, motherhood, feminism, yet it is unlike anything I have read before.

Immediately the reader learns of the crisis at the center of the book: Maria, a feminist single mother, receives a call from the state department informing her that her daughter has chained herself to the flag pole outside the American Embassy in Dublin. She hasn’t eaten for six weeks and her death has been planned to coincide with the celebration of the birth of Christ. We feel Maria’s initial shock and helplessness as she makes plans to fly to Ireland.

What makes this novel so unique is Gordon’s use of a sort of benign, cerebral narrator to tie the threads of three lives together and to clue the reader into all the nuances that led Pearl, Maria’s daughter, to commit such a desperate, deliberate act of sacrifice. The reader is thrust into the action and then through skillful, yet sometimes painfully slow narration, the reader learns the why of it.
Tackling large issues such as Catholicism, Judaism, anorexia, Irish politics, martyrdom, feminism, motherhood, despair, human propensity toward violence, Gordon is fearless in bringing all to the table for our examination.
In the letter to her mother, Pearl writes:

“Try to call upon the values you have given me: a love of justice, a need to bear witness to the truth. I am doing this in the name of justice, in witness to the truth. I am marking a wrongful death, for which I was responsible, and other public wrongs that will lead to death and more death.”

Pearl, a student of language, believes that her death will be the ultimate sentence, the only viable sentence she can offer in the name of her despair. She believes her death will be more useful than her life.
And in the letter written to Joseph, a longtime family friend and the son of Maria’s father’s housekeeper:

I believe that of all people you will understand this best, will comprehend most fully the decisions I have made. A boy died because of me. Because I rendered him as nothing in my self-righteous blindness in the name of an idea. I made a thing of him. I stole his faith and hope.
I know about some things that you and my mother never told me: faith, hope, and love. I have never naturally been a person of hope. Nor, I believe, have you. I have lost my faith in the goodness of life. Replacing that belief: a belief about malignity. In the will to harm. And the dismay that this impulse is in myself.”

Pearl has come to martyr herself not only out of profound guilt, but because she has lost her ability to see humanity in anything but the worst light, to see any characteristics other than the will to harm. The narrative offers examples of the most shocking genocides experienced in history: the Holocaust; Rwanda; Bosnia; Cambodia. Other equally horrific examples of violence on the smaller scale are also brought to the page so that the reader may understand Pearl’s despair. Fortunately, Gordon has included forgiveness and redemption in the mix, making the experience of reading the book a more fully realized and certainly a more hopeful contemplation on human nature.

At times the narrative feels slow, but by the end it won me over, and I have come to see that slowness as one of its many good qualities. It allows the reader time to digest difficult, often painful, issues at a pace conducive to careful consideration. This is not a novel to be devoured but rather savored. A novel not to be missed.


Another interview with Mary Gordon:



Many congratulations to the lovely and talented Kendra Fish for earning the Thomas Wolfe Scholarship offered by UNC-Chapel Hill!!!

Literary talent apparently runs freely in the Fish family!

Friday, April 08, 2005


While driving the other day I heard the tail end of an interview with Jonathan Safran Foer. He talked about his new book, his thoughts on the mixed reviews and criticism in general. He mentioned his wife, Nicole Krauss is also coming out with a new book.


An interview with Mary Gordon.


Apparently the link to Myfanwy's story deteriorated overnight so I've added this one:


Thursday, April 07, 2005


A piece about dogs by one of my favorites:

Myfanwy Collins


And the shortlist for the Carver Prize is...

Carver Prize

I see some names I recognize:

Rebecca Cook
Theresa Boyar
Cynthia Dale
Sean Gallagher
A. C. Koch
W. H. Saayman

Good luck to all!


Things blooming in my yard right now:

Hyacinth (just about passed now)
Pear Tree

There's a thick layer of green pollen over everything and with temperatures at 85 yesterday, I believe Spring (Summer?) has finally arrived in NC.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005


The online version of Gator Springs Gazette is now up:

Are We There Yet?

It's full of wonderful things to read including the winning fiction pieces by Rusty Barnes; Richard Madelin; and Kathy Fish.

And this fabulous ultra short from Joseph Young: Bildungsroman

Tuesday, April 05, 2005


Michael Cunningham’s “Flesh and Blood,” is one of the best novels I’ve read so far this year.

Constantine Stassos is a Greek immigrant with ambition, drive and a fierce temper. His wife Mary works hard to maintain the ideal or at least the illusion of perfection in her family. Constantine’s three children are each touched, destroyed, or changed by their parents’ behavior, especially their father's.

Cunningham’s characterization is brilliant. Every thought, every action, every belief held by the people in “Flesh and Blood” rings true and results in a stunning display of cause and effect.

Susan, the eldest daughter is forever changed by her father’s lack of boundaries, and Zoe, the youngest, the one named for Constantine’s Greek heritage, is essentially ignored until the other two children have grown up and moved away from home. Constantine shows a unique tenderness to this wild child as they work together in the garden.

There’s something different about Billy, Constantine’s only son, and that fact haunts Constantine, a feeling left unsaid—at least in the verbal sense—but always there between them nonetheless. Here’s an excerpt:

“When Constantine hit him he felt was obliterating a weakness in the house. He was cauterizing a wound. The back of his hand struck Billy’s jaw hard, scraped across his teeth with a cleansing burn. He heard Mary’s scream from a distance. Billy’s head snapped back and Constantine hit him again, this time with the heel of his hand, a smack solid and sure as a hammer driving a nail deep into pine.”

The novel opens with a scene in which Constantine as a young boy works hard to make things grow, going so far as to carry bits of rich soil in his mouth so that he may drop it onto his poorly soiled plot of a garden. The image of the garden shows up again when he and his daughter Zoe work to produce beautiful vegetables, loaded with hidden caustic pesticides.

“She raised the tomato to her mouth, and Constantine had an urge to yell, ‘Don’t it’s poisoned.’ Which was ridiculous. It was no more poisoned than most of what people ate, and probably less. But as he watched her bite into the tomato, a chill shot through his heart.”

A stunning metaphor for the family affected by Constantine’s devotion and poisonous weaknesses.


A story by the fabulous M. Lynx Qualey in The Furnace Review


Read "Caesarean" by the talented Leigh Hughes.


New from Salome

Monday, April 04, 2005

Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.


Dan Wickett interviews several litbloggers, including the talented writer Jai Clare, here:

Emerging Writers Forum

Sunday, April 03, 2005


From "No Death, No Fear:"

This body is not me; I am not caught in this body
I am life without boundaries,
I have never been born and I have never died.
Over there the wide ocean and the sky with many galaxies
All manifests from the basis of consciousness.
Since beginningless time I have always been free.
Birth and death are only a game of hide-and-seek.
So smile to me and take my hand and wave good-bye.
Tomorrow we shall meet again or even before.
We shall always be meeting again at the true source,
Always meeting again on the myriad paths of life.

--Thich Nhat Hanh

Saturday, April 02, 2005


You will remember... by Pablo Neruda

You will remember that leaping stream
where sweet aromas rose and trembled,
and sometimes a bird, wearing water
and slowness, its winter feathers.

You will remember those gifts from the earth:
indelible scents, gold clay,
weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,
magical thorns like swords.

You'll remember the bouquet you picked,
shadows and silent water,
bouquet like a foam-covered stone.

That time was like never, and like always.
So we go there, where nothing is waiting;
we find everything waiting there.


"I've been absolutely terrified every moment of my life -- and I've never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do."

--Georgia O'Keeffe


A story by Amanda Davis

Friday, April 01, 2005


A hearty congratulations to Alicia Gifford!!!!

Her story, "Toggling the Switch," won the MWA!!

And a warm congratulations to all ten very talented writers whose stories made it into the top ten!

March Reading List

Books I read in March:

“Brother, What Strange Place is This?” stories by Tom Saunders

“Ordinary Springs” by Lenore Hart

Harvard Review Issue # 26

“Flying Leap,” stories by Judy Budnitz

“Nice Big American Baby,” stories by Judy Budnitz

“Sorry I Worried You,” stories by Gary Fincke

“House Fires,” stories by Nancy Reisman *Iowa Short Fiction Award

“Homeland,” by Sam Lipsyte

“The Send Away Girl,” stories by Barbara Sutton *Flannery O’Connor Award

“As Cool As I Am,” by Pete Fromm

“The Complete History of New Mexico,” stories by Kevin McIlvoy

“Bitter Fruit,” by Achmat Dangor

“Boyhood,” a memoir by J. M. Coetzee

“Youth,” a memoir by J.M. Coetzee

“Night of Radishes,” Sandra Benitez

“Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?” by Lorrie Moore

“Elroy Nights,” by Frederick Barthelme

“Madras on Rainy Days,” by Samina Ali


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Happy fooling. ;)


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