What I read first this morning (3/10/23) was Bloody Women by Heather Haigh, and it knocked me hard upside the head. Usually I think of flash fiction as a prose poem, but this is more than that. It is short. Give it a read.
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A strange brew is this, and not all of it is pretty. Partially a record of a crackup and partially a tale of rising from that crackup back into a useful life; and part of that is how I decided writing was necessary to my life and recovery; and another part is just keeping a record of where I have been and what I have learned. You can see the topics I cover the sidebar. The hope is to help others; the purpose is figuring out where I am going. Thank you for dropping by. Feel free to comment.
What I read first this morning (3/10/23) was Bloody Women by Heather Haigh, and it knocked me hard upside the head. Usually I think of flash fiction as a prose poem, but this is more than that. It is short. Give it a read.
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