Heliotrope

Coming soon: reflections from Bulgaria and the Sozopol Fiction Seminars. The experience has been surprisingly difficult to wrap my mind around, let alone write meaningfully about, and this coming week I plan on taking the advice of my good friend John: just write a bunch of short, declarative sentences about anything you remember, and don't worry about style, meaning, or having a point. (What I have so far: "Donkeys pulling carts. Frozen tart yoghurt with honey and walnuts in a clay pot. Ivan complimented my hand. Disco rest stop. The gulls, as if in pain, said, "Ow, ow." Fields of sunflowers-to-be.")

Speaking of sunflowers, a short-short story of mine, "Heliotrope," is a Web Exclusive at American Short Fiction this month. Read it here.