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…
(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…
Ed Desautels' Maximum Fiction 