(spam poem by Edward Desautels) smoke peppered everything as we shambled through the dust and bore our load of sorrow into the future the old soldiers behind us lay down along the roadside like all the rest of them, resolute we tried to stay our tears leaving only the ruins children in their tumbled down…
Elvis Presley and a host of life coaches, motivational speakers, analysts, and maybe even mom and dad have all told us to "follow that dream." For the fiction writer, especially for the writer of literary fiction (a species nearly on the verge of extinction), following that dream, holding onto to it, is a challenge: the…
(This short story originally appeared in volume 23, numbers 1 and 2, of Pennsylvania English.) Download the entire story. [PDF]
In an earlier post, I presented an experiment in film, music, and short fiction I prepared for a reading I gave at the University of Maine in 2007. It blends clips and stills of Joe Strummer and The Clash, and excerpts from my short bio fic piece, “Joe Strummer Along the Westway to Heaven.” You…
(spam poem by Edward Desautels) we found the gentlemen who married late in life offered them a little glimpse of our ox-marrow satire their idle considerations of class and state business prompted us to exert ourselves in their happy but unusual rooms our lookout broke the wax seal his secretarial manner had something to do…
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