"As I wrote the book I was caring for my mother who was dying of lung cancer. My father was dead. And I needed a story that would express my overwhelming grief..."
"My parents were killed when I was nineteen. The propane tank on the trailer home somehow exploded, chewed them up in a bright blue flame. 'Poor girl,' people said. I was sad, but everyone else seemed sadder, which I didn’t understand. People die. That’s what they do..."
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.
"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..."
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...
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...
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?
