I’m driven by oh-so-close failure. To get near to your goal—whatever that is—to see it up close: it can make you want it even more, can spur you to take more risks. Art needs risk.
by Kaulie Lewis
The “plucky, nonconformist, self-determined and self-realized person” who embodies a particular American ideal could also be a description of Iceberg Slim, a career pimp who turned to writing during the political turmoil of the 1960s.
“I’m fascinated by the in-between, the doorway. I often wonder if I’m actually living, or just being dreamed by some greater consciousness. I mean, how would I know, really?”
I found flash fiction (originally called short-shorts) in the 1980s when my brain exploded reading the work of Amy Hempel. Around the same time, the tiny, densely sad and gorgeous chapters of Monkeys by Susan Minot similarly stole my heart.