Creating Constellations: On Mark Edmundson’s Why Write?

by Geoff Watkinson I was interviewing for a part-time editor position at a small newspaper the other day when, about 20 minutes in, the publisher asked, “Why write? Why do you do it?” Immediately, I said, “Obsession. I find things I’m curious about and I get obsessed.” That question–“why do you write?”–is something I’ve asked… Read More Creating Constellations: On Mark Edmundson’s Why Write?

Micro Prose: The Loneliest Numbers are One and Infinity by Laura Martin

The Loneliest Numbers are One and Infinity In New York your image is captured thousands of times a day. The red eyes of cameras hide under awnings and in subway tunnels, above storefronts and at busy intersections. Even if you escape their scrutiny you can’t avoid the eyes of fellow subway passengers, the glass walls… Read More Micro Prose: The Loneliest Numbers are One and Infinity by Laura Martin

Micro Prose: A Black Eye. A Drowned Eye. by Michael Credico

A Black Eye. A Drowned Eye.   It begins with a sore throat. Trouble swallowing. An abscess. Then an enormous bloodshot eye growing out of the abscess and overtaking the rest of her. She is very peculiar! Her husband is furious that he can’t understand what she is looking for. Though her pupil widens like… Read More Micro Prose: A Black Eye. A Drowned Eye. by Michael Credico

Micro Prose: WHERE BABIES COME FROM: Spare Parts by Ori Fienberg

WHERE BABIES COME FROM: Spare Parts The store specializes in spare parts for second-hand children. They stock baskets full of hair, jars filled with different types of glee, a couple binders of childhood collecting obsessions. We run our fingers through bins of button noses, uncork carboys of sibilant cries, and consider whether baseball cards, bugs,… Read More Micro Prose: WHERE BABIES COME FROM: Spare Parts by Ori Fienberg