May 2011
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BEFORE THE BLOODBATH
NEW FLASH FICTION
@ ATTICUS REVIEW
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I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me....
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Bernina The Big-Hearted Woman
By the time she was eleven, Bernina’s heart was too big for her chest. It came down to this: a surgeon slit her wide open and fashioned a sac out of skin that would stretch and grow along with her. In it her heart beat unrestricted. People would marvel at its quickening pulse, its exuberant pounding that made all the more obvious her loving nature. She had been an amazingly easy baby, sleeping...
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HOUSEFIRE: AGAINST NATURE →
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AGAINST NATURE by Kirsten Alene A man sits in a room with Oscar Wilde. “What do you want to do today?” Oscar Wilde asks. “I don’t know, what do you want to do today?” the man asks. “I don’t know, what do you want to do today?” Oscar Wilde asks. This continues for some time. Thunder claps…
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fwriction : review: Fly, by Julie Innis →
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Not on the mouth, I tell him. I don’t know where your feet have been.
I thought we agreed, dip then lip, Fly says.
My research of foot-and-mouth disease says we need a dip of two parts bleach to water.
But Harold’s gone green and thrown out all our cleaning supplies, I explain.
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unlike the champions league, indie e-book...
= one of the many very friendly faces of indie publishing.
Photo: eric goldman (works for amanda hocking).
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The Readers in Car 103 by Christopher Allen →
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Conductor’s Note: The following flash fiction was originally published at Mel Bosworth’s Flash Fire 500 in 2009. Jessie wasn’t the best of readers, but he decided he had to give it a whirl. On the train last week, he’d fallen in love with the literate look of the woman who, with her nose in a novel, ended up sitting across from him. That afternoon he went out and swiped the...
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sleep is important, dreams are important by cara...
Someone once told me that no one ever sleeps with anyone, that sleeping is the one thing that you do on your own. That same person also told me that he believed in me, but that was a long time ago now. The last three nights I have slept with a empty notebook as a cold lover. A pen sits in it’s open spine waiting. This is to be my dream journal. Some article told me to write down everything I...
What This Is
This is a ball of faint white lines. This is a cut paper world populated with transparent creatures and tiny sounds that drift down silver and turning and fine. This is networks of letters. This is a late night stillness made of cotton balls filled with helium and the giant wooden dinosaurs and plastic insects that hover in it. This is sightlines left by ghosts
-stephen hastings-king
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“Tess is eight years old. Lying is something she will probably outgrow. This is...”
– Nine, Aryn Kyle
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Dark Night of the Honeybee
The reverent honey hunters of India and Malaysia wait for moonless nights to rob the goddess Hitam Manis, whose name means Dark Sweetness. Myths record that she was once a Hindu handmaiden who fell in love with the son of a Sultan. He returned her love, but as she was not of royal blood, the Sultan forbade their marriage. The lovers were not to be dissuaded, so the Sultan ordered Hitam Manis...
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“« I keep reading books and seeing movies where nobody can fucking say...”
– Ursula K Le Guin (2011) ”Would You Please Fucking Stop?” (read more)
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"Shakespeare is god"
… arrived at kaffe in katmandu: harold bloom, “an uncommon reader” (NYT book review):
… Revise, frenziedly, was the answer Bloom gave. Poets wrote new poems by rewriting old ones, not through calculated thefts of the kind Eliot owned up to, but unconsciously, through stealthy appropriation. “What is Poetic Influence anyway?” Bloom asked. “Can the study of it really be...
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Channel Light Vessel Automatic
by Eley Williams first published at 4’33”.
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Watchberlin, 19 may 2011, saint georges bookshop - here!here!here! organised by shane d anderson: blake butler reads via skype from his novel There Is No Year. also reading henning koch (“love doesn’t work”) and john holten (broken dimanche press).
when butler read, the audience seemed a little scared, i think.
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For Liu Xiaobo
I rewrite Charter 08 in daydreams— its 978 characters are now
3,190 words in English, —- words in French,
—— in German. Despite what’s happened I’d write it again.
So many of my friend’s interrogated
So many casual hits on the internet
So few cries of outrage
So few cries
I think about the weight of those words—how they are silenced
by the weight of stone, by the weight of...
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Butterflies are the souls of dead babies
When he leaves, she collects all the caterpillars she can find at the bottom of the garden and sits cross-legged in the shade of the buddleia. She makes a hollow in her skirt and drops in the smooth green, the furry black, the red, spotted and the spiny ones and watches as they wriggle round in the fabric. She feeds them blades of grass and daisy heads, strokes their backs and watches their...
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