Essay by Meg Pokrass
The novella-in-flash, divided into tiny bits of action, mirrors life this way.
The novella-in-flash, divided into tiny bits of action, mirrors life this way.
Sol’s divorce isn’t final, but at this moment, he knows he wants this hot, hod-carrying girl.
Everywhere I went, the hatch on the top of my head was flapping open and my spirit was joyriding.
'You will not make it to heaven on jokes alone,' the Bishop said.
These days, I let characters show up on their own, talk for a while, then leave.