Picking up the Pieces

Thank you!!!

Dear all, I feel so honored to have had this opportunity to read your amazing, inspiring, fresh work. I come away from these days full of astonishment at what language can do, and how it can make someone feel and see anew. And to find you, writers who are committed to...

Humans Crave Order

*Apologies for another long one. I decided to try my hand at CNF. In 1960, a sixteen year-old boy receives a bullet to the brain on a residential street in a small town in New York. He is shot by a police officer. The boy dies eight days later. These are the facts....

The Taste of Stone

The sorrow song of the world pauses. All these small dark rooms with their secrets, treasures in the walls. A secret within a secret within a secret, something you can never know. There are many Petersburgs. Each of them black and tasting of stone. She was allowing...

Mummification

Dolores, wedged between the fetid hosiery of skin and marriage, sinks into beige, unravels and plucks from an invigorating circulation. Damn if she isn’t vertical as a dead marriage. Lunacy of intrusion. Too much noise. Fragments scatter her. Diffuse outside terror....

Hourglass

You’d think that in places where rain is more norm than exception, everyone would choose to always be prepared. But nobody carries an umbrella in Eugene and nobody keeps pace with time as it rushes by and stands still at the same time. How could we as it is we, not...

We Were Sort of Funny

I’ll meet you in a deciduous forest on the outskirts of Estonia. I want to know your sisters, brothers, half-sisters, perverted Uncle. Show me your dirt. Am I tightening my upper laterals through eight-hour headstands, feeding from coconut chicken, sexing the UPS...

Dear Students

Some thoughts so far. What I'm seeing and experiencing is freedom in the writing, not only form but language; combining things that usually aren't combined, putting events, images, and objects together that aren't usually found together. It's startling and so very...

Snippets

Houses, like people, aren’t always constrained to what they were designed to be. Some resist growth. Others expand beyond their original façade: add room, break walls, deepen foundations, and reach towards the heavens and open their doors in welcome. Owls are silent...

The Two-Headed City

Before the invasion they planted their most beloved objects in their gardens. When the city was blasted, new roots fed on the past. The heartwood of trees was filled with pocket watches, dolls’ heads, love letters inked in cursive. Flowers bloomed with baby teeth. Her...

Danger Boy

The car ride home has all the festive cheer of a hostage situation, though it's unclear which of is holding the gun. At some point in the evening, every word had become a tense negotiation. All I know for certain is that this will be the last New Year's Eve we spend...

Invisibility

One day you say no thank you to Thanksgiving. I root them on and tell others to do the same. My identity has been accosted by infant hormones. So I start to chew away at myself. Status update: Hanging out in my big pants, waiting for the next Modern Age.

Welcome!

Dear all, I'm here, anticipating fragmentation, shards, pieces... The day is beautiful in California, I can see it out my window. Deleuze didn't want a systematic theory and neither do I, not today. When you're ready to post, I'm ready to read! Nina

Thank you!!!

Dear all, I feel so honored to have had this opportunity to read your amazing, inspiring, fresh work. I come away from these days full of astonishment at what language can do, and how it can make someone feel and see anew. And to find you, writers who are committed to...

Humans Crave Order

*Apologies for another long one. I decided to try my hand at CNF. In 1960, a sixteen year-old boy receives a bullet to the brain on a residential street in a small town in New York. He is shot by a police officer. The boy dies eight days later. These are the facts....

The Taste of Stone

The sorrow song of the world pauses. All these small dark rooms with their secrets, treasures in the walls. A secret within a secret within a secret, something you can never know. There are many Petersburgs. Each of them black and tasting of stone. She was allowing...

Mummification

Dolores, wedged between the fetid hosiery of skin and marriage, sinks into beige, unravels and plucks from an invigorating circulation. Damn if she isn’t vertical as a dead marriage. Lunacy of intrusion. Too much noise. Fragments scatter her. Diffuse outside terror....

Hourglass

You’d think that in places where rain is more norm than exception, everyone would choose to always be prepared. But nobody carries an umbrella in Eugene and nobody keeps pace with time as it rushes by and stands still at the same time. How could we as it is we, not...

We Were Sort of Funny

I’ll meet you in a deciduous forest on the outskirts of Estonia. I want to know your sisters, brothers, half-sisters, perverted Uncle. Show me your dirt. Am I tightening my upper laterals through eight-hour headstands, feeding from coconut chicken, sexing the UPS...

Dear Students

Some thoughts so far. What I'm seeing and experiencing is freedom in the writing, not only form but language; combining things that usually aren't combined, putting events, images, and objects together that aren't usually found together. It's startling and so very...

Snippets

Houses, like people, aren’t always constrained to what they were designed to be. Some resist growth. Others expand beyond their original façade: add room, break walls, deepen foundations, and reach towards the heavens and open their doors in welcome. Owls are silent...

The Two-Headed City

Before the invasion they planted their most beloved objects in their gardens. When the city was blasted, new roots fed on the past. The heartwood of trees was filled with pocket watches, dolls’ heads, love letters inked in cursive. Flowers bloomed with baby teeth. Her...

Danger Boy

The car ride home has all the festive cheer of a hostage situation, though it's unclear which of is holding the gun. At some point in the evening, every word had become a tense negotiation. All I know for certain is that this will be the last New Year's Eve we spend...

Invisibility

One day you say no thank you to Thanksgiving. I root them on and tell others to do the same. My identity has been accosted by infant hormones. So I start to chew away at myself. Status update: Hanging out in my big pants, waiting for the next Modern Age.

Welcome!

Dear all, I'm here, anticipating fragmentation, shards, pieces... The day is beautiful in California, I can see it out my window. Deleuze didn't want a systematic theory and neither do I, not today. When you're ready to post, I'm ready to read! Nina

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