Mimi’s sandal straps were dried stiff from the day before. The editor said he appreciated her rescheduling lunch to coffee. They sat mid-morning on folding chairs on pavement that until that summer had been a lane of Broadway … Continue reading Scenes from an Excursion
The autumn before I had moved just off the park, and I recall the late rosiness of a midwinter Sunday when the branches that interleave down every street in that section of the city were bare and visible to such a distance in the slantwise light that they lent the grey cracklature of Flemish masters to intersections a half-mile off … Continue reading Sunday Lessons
Noticed a certain consistency in literary journals? Been wondering why it takes months, even years, to receive rejection letters … Continue reading MFA Programs, The New Yorker Release Source Code for Short Fiction
