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Memphis Fast Fiction Selections

Posted on Wednesday, April 20th, 2011

“Pormorcameran” – A Nonsensical Word 16.04.2011 Moses never had a last name, but that never bothered him. Not much ever bothered Moses, to be honest. His master said it was on account of him being simple. But, then again, his master fled the city instead of getting sent off to fight, and Moses didn’t put [...]

The Delta Collective – “Valley of Kings”

Posted on Monday, April 11th, 2011

This weekend was the first 48 hour Memphis Music Launch, presented by the Memphis Music Foundation, EmergeMemphis and the Launchpad – basically a whole bunch of nonprofits dedicated to improving Memphis. The concept was that people could pitch any kind of music or business music idea to the other participants. Then, 8 pitches would be picked to [...]

Blood Diary / Deer Song

Posted on Friday, April 8th, 2011

Blood Diary / Deer Song Loneliness sneaks, succeeds only when full on blood and berries – the feast of the lonely on a Saturday evening. On a Sunday, no one answers. Framed in suntan and a problem: there it is – the lonely. Every other is another I used to know fully. In the deer [...]

Opening Lines – Living Future

Posted on Monday, April 4th, 2011

The building was obviously alive, the way it sighed and shuddered and sometimes even shrieked. Which was yet another thing he could never get used to about the future. They’d given him counseling sessions when he came out of cryo-sleep. It was legally required they’d told him. That, and they weren’t going to let him [...]


Posted on Friday, April 1st, 2011

Row toward. Swing. Birds are in my body. Recovery. Huffy with dream. Cold cream. Bloody lamb- are you bred to be a gentle bee? Recovery. Cold dream. The birds. Body.

Memphis Fast Fiction Selection

Posted on Monday, March 28th, 2011

Bedroom Eyes 28.03.2011 The sawbones had finished with her and waved the two lawmen in. She was laid up in bed, a thick wrap of fresh gauze around her head, holding a mass of bandages against where the bullet had grazed her skull. Sawbones had said if it had been any closer, she’d be blind. [...]

Opening Lines – Smoke and Chains

Posted on Monday, March 21st, 2011

The smoke brought him into this world, and now it looked like it was bound to take him right back out. Chained in the center of the room, surrounded by braziers of smoldering incense, he thrashed mercilessly as the white, pungent smoke swirled upwards. Around the room, holy men repeated droning chants. “Free me!” he [...]

Opening Lines – Lovely Differences

Posted on Tuesday, March 15th, 2011

His hands, from the right angle, looked like gnarled tree roots, but they knew her body better than they knew anything else in the world. She’d lose herself thinking about them, sometimes. Those hands and the things they could do. Then, when the grinding of her thighs got to an almost painful point, she’d realize [...]

Memphis Fast Fiction Selection

Posted on Tuesday, March 8th, 2011

Hey all, I was too busy getting engaged last night to have time to write anything. Opening Lines will continue next week. Here’s some Memphis Fast Fiction in the meantime. Wish You Were Here 01.03.2011 Dearest Jerry, I hope this letter finds you well and in good spirits. I never know where you are these [...]

Opening Lines – Cyborg Nervosa

Posted on Monday, February 28th, 2011

Hitomi remembered the awful tension everyone felt the year the census numbers showed that cyborgs outnumbered humans. It reminded her of the vids she was shown in school from the race riots a hundred or so years ago. The last gasp of White America as the dominant racial force in the United States, rattling its [...]

Opening Lines – The Thing in the Box

Posted on Monday, February 21st, 2011

The things random passersby threw into the gravel pit never really surprised Daniel, until today. It was a small box, wooden, with bits of metal leafing and darker wood inlay. It was a wholly simple and rustic thing, not at all what the groundkeeper expected to find in the construction area behind the high school. [...]

Opening Lines – Zeitgeist

Posted on Monday, February 14th, 2011

Caitlin had kept her eyes closed for ten seconds, just like Dr. Smoltz had told her to, but when she opened them, it was still there, looking at her and not blinking. “I’m not going to go away, you know.” It said to her, its voice cool, calm, melodic. She snapped her eyes shut again, [...]


Posted on Saturday, February 12th, 2011

We left our town in arboreal disarray. Pretty mess! We left, to the river. Woods that sing the air- oracle dog white-eyed whining (leave for the river leave

Memphis Fast Fiction Sampling

Posted on Tuesday, February 8th, 2011

Hey everyone, I was out of town this weekend, freezing my bits off in Nashville. Because of which, I’m clawing my way back to the surface from an avalanche of work. So, no new Opening Lines this week. Instead, here’s a sampling of 3 Memphis Fast Fictions from my new project. Same method as my [...]

Opening Lines – Sleepfarting

Posted on Monday, January 31st, 2011

Margaret was fairly sure that when she wrote her marriage-counseling book, she was going to include a chapter titled “Sleepfarting.” She could be fast asleep, and then out of nowhere would come the unwelcome warm breeze down her leg, the fluttering of the sheets, and the rotten-egg smell. Sometimes they’d be so bad as to [...]

Memphis Song

Posted on Friday, January 28th, 2011

Memphis Song I will turn in Memphis. Hear its heavy lungs. I will not lighten its load. It will not call my name. Ask for it. Ask til it remembers your name. Ask for the singing of your heavy name. Black lines hold up. White lines too. Bloodbread calls your heavy name.

Leon Redbone Meets Leon Redbone

Posted on Thursday, January 27th, 2011

Leon Redbone is a lunatic. A wonderful, wonderful lunatic. I have enjoyed Leon Redbone since I was a kid. I suspect the first time I saw him was in the 1970′s on SNL. His unique voice combined with his very apparent humor and fashion sense have always made for an entertaining presentation. Recently, my wife [...]

Yard of the Month

Posted on Tuesday, January 25th, 2011

The group was silent, staring down at the new foot. Mr. Lee, Junior, Sue, and Little Junior, standing in a circle, eyes cast downward, would have appeared to be praying from anyone looking in the big window of Mr. Lee’s Prosthetic shop. “It looks colored,” Junior’s voice was barely audible. “What?” Mr. Lee asked. “The [...]

Opening Lines – Unearthly Scars

Posted on Monday, January 24th, 2011

“You said you would show me the scars.” I can feel her recoil from me in the dark. “Why?” She said, her tone accusing. “Why do you want to see them?” “Well, cause I like you.” I try to be subtle, but not too obtuse. “And if we’re going to take this any farther, which [...]

Writing Song

Posted on Friday, January 21st, 2011

Writing Song Tuneless singing, humming humming. Blood or bread, black lines hold you up, white lines too. Cradle it and spit – make text. Ask for the poem as the morning asks for you. Ask for the singing ask. Ask until the word loses meaning.

The New Zodiac!

Posted on Tuesday, January 18th, 2011

Some joker in Minnesota announced this week that the dates of the astrological birth signs has changed. And, while he was at it, he added another sign. Parke Kunkle with the Minnesota Planetarium Society (and an astronomy instructor at a community college) announced that due to a wobbly earth, the signs have to be adjusted. [...]

On the Clock

Posted on Monday, January 17th, 2011

That last half of August the part of me I don’t admit to the tyrant I didn’t even know was in there set up shop (I worked on commission) and I think it’s fair to call it a shop of sweat and tears and blood eventually after I had put my handprints in the dust [...]

Opening Lines – He Hated His Name

Posted on Monday, January 17th, 2011

He hated his name and always had. Gareth Liekin. Gareth, born in the gutter to a whore mother who had nothing save her swear of a surname. Gareth, the latest sorry fool to have the unfortunate distinction of sharing some distant ancestry to the ancient prince Kell. A prince that had sold out his brothers, [...]

Train Dream (Crusoe in America)

Posted on Friday, January 14th, 2011

Train Dream (Crusoe in America) An island blooms inside, bloody, a flood of islands. Capture the islands – American as hell, American as trains running through bedrooms (where we go trains will follow (when I first, when I first heard train crash clatter, I thought America was ending)). Was I absent from the ocean? Pack [...]

Opening Lines – Seth’s Lawn Chair

Posted on Monday, January 10th, 2011

It had skidded across the road and landed at the foot of Seth’s lawn chair, and had it had just a smidge more momentum, it would have taken him out with it. Seth sorta stared at it for a bit, unsure if getting up would provoke it, and not being the brave sort – unwilling [...]


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