I have two new micro-stories in the Offing! Go read them! And I hope your summer is good, and that you are safe, wherever you are, surrounded by friends and loved ones. It’s been pretty weird around here on planet Earth lately… xxx
It’s summer. I mean, SUMMER. Just
had survived our first heatwave.
Had a story accepted in one of my favorite literary magazines.
Trying not to read the news.
Trying to remember to breathe.
Here’s some Captcha poetry, see you again soon.
A little story about cats, published in Visual Verse
The cats want to know where you’ve been. They come and smell your clothes, rub their noses on your shoes, sniff your soles for clues. They are excited at the hint of a world outside of their zone of things comfortable and known. They are surprised you’ve been gone this long and that you’re suddenly back.
read the rest here
The tiny literary magazine I edit is back with its fourth issue!
So much love! Hello, Matchbook Stories Issue 4!
Ali Smith! <3 Etgar Keret! <3
To find out more, check out the website. There are some sweet offers there too right now. I want to write more but I’m too excited!
New Year’s Resolutions… Have you broken yours yet? *
Here’s my little story on the theme in the latest Rumpus Readers Report, edited by Susan Clements, (and accompanied with the lovely illustrations of Christina Weidman)
Read the rest on The Rumpus!
* this was the first story I wrote this year! But I’m not telling you what my actual resolutions were. ;)
An impromptu road-trip where we end up in a postcard sunset
Are the clouds always this beautiful in January? Those pink and purple hues!
It was so cold out I stayed in the car most of the time, taking pictures through the windshield. In that last picture I was sitting in the car wrapped in my coat thinking: these tourists don’t have jackets on! Aren’t they freezing?
But it was an incredible sunset. It’s easy to forget sometimes, to stop and watch the sunset. A nearby road sign says “Aphrodite’s birthplace.” On days like these it seems entirely appropriate.
My story Under the Hole is in a rad new anthology by the awesome For Books’ Sake!
(RE)Sisters […] the anthology features the best new fiction from emerging women writers from across the globe.
Featuring a diverse range of characters, genres, styles and subject matters, the eighteen stories in (RE)Sisters include; a dystopian world where skin colour is changed by a sinister procedure; a spelling bee that stings like a wasp; a girl kept captive by a man with no heart; an indefinite hospital quarantine; a runaway best friend; a lost habit of checking shoes for scorpions; an abandoned bathtub; a stolen hot air balloon, and much, much more besides. […]
A fierce, fearless and topical tribute to girls’ rebellion and resistance, (RE)Sisters is defiant, distinctive and unapologetic. Just like its heroines.
Coming out next month, available to pre-order here.
And some very nice words by the interviewer, Sandy Ebner:
When I pick up a literary magazine I’m usually filled with a certain degree of anticipation. But I’m not usually grinning as I sit down to read. Matchbook Stories is as unique a magazine as you are ever likely to find. “The tiniest literary magazine in the world,” Matchbook Stories is, as the name suggests, designed to look like a matchbox. Inside each small box are four stories, each printed on its own tiny matchbook, with cover art designed specifically for each. As expected, the stories are very short, but what a delight they are to read, not just because they are well-written, but because the magazine is three-dimensional, thereby making the act of opening the box and choosing which story to read first, much different than opening the covers of a more traditional magazine. Plus, it’s just plain fun.
Go read the whole thing in The Review Review!
Happy New Year!
What a great way to finish the year!
My story The Last Time I was Near a Volcano is this week’s Necessary Fiction featured story.
I started writing this story in Santorini in my notebook in 2011 when we were at Atlantis Books for their first Caldera festival. It was the first time I ever went to Santorini and we went around the island looking at the beaches and the volcanic landscapes and I picked up some of the volcanic rocks and wondered if it was okay to take them home with me.
The only other time I was on an island with volcanoes was in Hawaii and people there believe that if you take anything volcanic off the island the goddess Pele gets mad and then you have really bad luck. But in Santorini shops sold jewelry made of lava rocks. So I wrote this story which is about how every place is different and its own special little world that you have to give yourself to it to really understand it. It’s about travelers versus tourists. Insiders and outsiders. Old traditions and special rules and secret handshakes, and changing as you grow up and as you move to a new place and your past trying to hold you back. About finding new homes, and sometimes having to destroy something to make something new. By the way, I took the lava rocks home with me, because in Santorini there’s no Pele. And then I finished writing the story.
Hope you enjoy it! And here’s wishing you a happy new year, full of great stories and travels and new and old friends. Thanks for reading.