Oldish news for some but not all: Five Points’s fall issue was an all flash-fiction issue, and guest editor Josh Russell picked four of my stories to be in it. The issue also features folks like Stuart Dybek, Pamela Painter, and Michael Martone, so I feel incredibly fortunate to be in such good company.
A generous selection of eleven Poems About Moss went up last night at ICHNOS, a project of Unwin-Dunraven Literary Ecclesia.
In this strange moment of stuff-I-wrote-before-the-election-appearing-after-the-election, I’ve been thinking about what moss poems are for now. Where I’m at: moss poems are about valuing lifeforms that are not human, avoiding the self-centeredness (and species-centeredness) that leads us to do so much violence to the world around us without thinking twice about it.
Here is Robin Wall Kimmerer in Gathering Moss: “But mosses don’t usually have common names, for no one has bothered with them.” Bothering with moss means bothering with what we don’t normally take time to see. This attentiveness applies to other lifeforms as well as to other people and to systems that connect and/or separate us invisibly. Paying attention to systems of meaning that are not the ones we are used to is how we expand and become better instead of worse. Even something as small as moss is part of that.
Issue 6 of the wonderful hybrid-focused lit mag Ghost Proposal went up today. A long piece about fleeing “real” life for the woods is in there, along with much else of beauty and note.
Under the guidance of Janice Lee, Entropy has launched a post-election resources site called Trumpwatch. This is a cooperative effort, and I’m one of many folks on the editorial team.
Attentiveness and community are more important than ever at this moment, so I hope you’ll take the time to scan and use the resources provided there, especially if you don’t have access to social media.
I wrote about letting creative writing students not like flash for the final issue of NANO Fiction. They’re a great mag that’s done great things. I’m sorry to see them go, and proud to be a part of the last hurrah.