Before I knew what a mind map was, I was mind mapping. Using scrap paper and pen I worked out some of the more difficult lines of association comprising the worm hole structure of my novel Flicker in the Porthole Glass. The following artifact shows a mind mapping exercise I completed sometime in 1993 over…
Years ago I took my first writing course, an undergraduate intro fiction offering taught by a high-strung, tenured loon whose own aspirations as a playwright had burned out along with his ability to comport himself civilly in social situations. His over-the-top insistence on a kind of Victorian propriety, combined with his inability to suppress his…
This short story won a 1994 Associated Writing Programs Intro Fiction Award and was first published in the Fall 1994 edition of Hayden's Ferry Review. It presages my novel Flicker in the Porthole Glass as an attempt to mythologize my experiences living in Philadelphia in the mid-1980s. It also attempts to comment on the nature…
(spam poem by Edward Desautels) begging and praying more incredulous than ever we turned our backs on silent fancies dull and motionless as the charm shops while we handed over our money our pretty town entered into wedlock with our reproach and the tremendous sea itself why didn't the lookout tell us will you mind…
My Experience on Facebook and Why I've Quit [Updated] Some months ago I was swept up into the Facebook craze by old friends from my undergraduate college days. While I'd kept up with a few, most of these old comrades from our punk rock subculture had fallen well off my radar. It seemed every one…
Ed Desautels' Maximum Fiction 