By Josh Medsker Something is always lost, between the time you see a leaf and when you decide to write about it.

By Josh Medsker Something is always lost, between the time you see a leaf and when you decide to write about it.
By Lynn Vroman “Hold it in the crook of your shoulder, boy. The kick will knock you on your ass if you don’t.” “It’s too heavy. Where’s the .22?” “That’s a girl’s gun.” A string of tobacco flies from Dad’s mouth, landing in a brown puddle on the snowy ground….
By William Worsham “When trying to write good fiction, we should always ask ourselves, ’What would Lorrie do?’”—William Worsham “If I put in a quotation from myself about my own work, does that make me self-absorbed?”—William Worsham “Humor is really part of the fabric of human discourse—it may be deflective…
By Angel Dionne It was a Sunday afternoon. You could taste Sunday in the air, that soupy thickness that looms over you the entire day, sapping all of your energy. I slept until noon and would have slept longer if it hadn’t been for the steady stream of light piercing…