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We'll be back November 29 December 6th, with more stuff.

Jacob Ouillette's Brushstroke paintings...

Jacob Ouillette's Brushstroke paintings, which we featured this past summer, are on view through next Saturday, November 26, at the Nancy Margolis Gallery, at 523 W. 25th Street, in Chelsea. Do stop by to see the "real things," as it were.

Stumbling around in darkness: 2 (or 3) questions for Jennifer Clark

"Kalamazoo hovers near the arc of everyone’s life line. Because Kalamazoo sits on the palm’s lower west Mount of Moon, we are a visionary people, blessed with the gift of imagination..."

The hunger, and the knife: 1 question for Carrie Shipers

When Hansel and Gretel escape the witch, it’s supposed to be a happy ending, but I found myself wondering how they, especially Gretel, who’s responsible for the witch’s death, might have been affected...

We have a winner! Summer Flash Fiction Contest

For the past few months, I’ve had the pleasure of spending time with your spirited flash fiction submissions, engrossed in a genre where whole worlds are created in the smallest of spaces...

A Literary Mash-Up Reading and Celebration in SF

The summer is ending and you're feeling frisky. Don't fret - we've got the cure for those end-of-the-summer shakes...

And they're off...

...for a nice late-summer break. Beaches, etc.. Back September 6, with more stuff.

Tolstoy, Gogol, and me: 2 questions for Fred McGavran

Fred McGavran is the author of Dead Soldiers by Nikolai Gogol, currently appearing in serial form on our site.

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Tell us what drew you, in your roundabout yet clearly adoring way, to Gogol - and to rewriting Gogol, after a fashion, in something like the language of Tolstoy?

Summer Flash Fiction Contest

This month, in the spirit of summer, we’re asking you to share your best flash fiction with our Facebook community...

Lynda Hull, family trauma, and the fearlessness of the young: 3 questions for Margot Schilpp (from her students)

"Years ago, when I was working on preparing my master’s thesis, I culled through the work I’d done and included in the first draft a number of poems I’d written that incorporated small bits of autobiographical material. Most of the time, in those very narrative poems, I had taken as a starting place something real and augmented it with a lot of not-real. And then, I asked my mother to read my thesis draft. This was, as you might imagine, a colossal mistake"...

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