Get rid of cliched placeholders for better, truer writing. Source: Literary Lexicon: What’s A Dying Metaphor? – Chris Cocca
Found years ago (not by me) in Google Books. It's also in The New Yorker online archives. Be sure to note the "suggestion for study" at the end.
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A Winter Ascetic The house is cold at 60 and January lies. Outside everything's washed bold under bright sun and heavy light but the air's still cold like New Year's. The shadows are crisp, too, I can see without my glasses, but the lines of my hardwood floor run together at the door. I won't … Continue reading Story: A Winter Ascetic
This was originally published years ago at Six Sentences. I have slightly revised it since then, but I think the revision makes it more of story and less of a prose poem. The Insult There are no bakeries outside San Marco in 1968, no fish markets or butchers, only tobacco fields and salted meats between … Continue reading Story: The Insult
This 100-word story/prose poem was written probably 10 years ago and published around that time at Tuesday Shorts. Tuesday Shorts was such an early journal of micro-fiction that it was actually hosted on MySpace. Before closing up shop, it moved to blogspot. The editors had been planning a print anthology, and this piece was to … Continue reading 100-Word Story: The Good Thief
I have always loved to write. I first started writing creatively as an adult sometime during Divinity School, in my early 20s. I wrote stories and poems in high school of course, but most of what I wrote in college was more academic. Between finishing my Master of Divinity and starting my Master of Fine … Continue reading 100 Words at a Time