Glow-Rally: Kim Chinquee

I got on my starting blocks and put my mind on something else: cereal, weeds, my father’s hands, my mother’s dirty apron.

Soldiers at the door now…

They all wanted Cokes and the grandma said a beer please, and the boy’s father went and ordered, delivering while the pins clinked and banged and rattled.

Another train ride, and here I am with your goddamn strawberry lotion.

She tried to hide her breath, said she had a good day.

I put my hand there.

The lights were on and so I knocked and then the lights were off.

She was healthy and her laughter proved it, her laugh was like a cluck, like the chickens she used to feed, watch hatch, then butcher.

What do we do with him when he’s dead?”

He asked me to do things.

“She loved God,” the chaplain said. He was getting wobbly on the drum.

Later, lunch at Denny’s, we talked about what to do with the lorazep, trihexphen, risperidone, fluoxetine, the haldol in the lock box.

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October 20th, 2011 / 8:41 am

30 Beginnings: Mary Miller

My sister is inside watching a movie and bleeding.

Mr. Fuller was the new choir teacher.

He shows you his drawings, sketchbooks full of naked women.

The whole time I was manipulating him I was telling him how it was done.

Now that I’ve finished grading, finished everything here that there is to finish, I’m in bed, watching the occasional big-winged bird fly by, listening to the crackheads smash their words together.

File his stories in your head: Homosexual experience, Threesomes, prostitution, Asian girls.

They were talking about their diseases.

Denis called his fiancée my old lady.

There’s a leak, I told him, it’s right over my bed.

He had an air gun, a beer box set up to shoot.

You’re making out with a stranger in a trailer when the bed breaks.

I went to a wedding reception at the house of a man who painted with his ass.

It was a summer program.


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August 26th, 2011 / 3:32 pm

Wink Wink Contest

Been following Hint Fiction?

The contest?

If you read HTML, yes. (Thanks, Roxane)

I glow flash, write/teach/advocate for flash. But I’m wondering. When do we do this big, when do we go all the way, I mean fucking Double Down KFC big?

I want  a contest where every submission is a blank page. Everything off the page.

Who will write the next silent symphony, the 4:33? The Godot of flash?

Who is up for a blank page flash contest?

Oh that’s just silly (or smart?). Let’s go 3, 3–a holy number, words. Give me 3 words. I’ll begin.

Dolphin Nachos, Bono?

(The award is a good book [my choice–it will rock ass], hot sauce [It will kill your spleen and brain. It will be hot like donuts or making out in the bathroom at that Halloween party] and a brand new deck of kick-ass cards [literary theme])

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April 28th, 2010 / 6:14 pm