Visiting Writers Series


Spring 2013

01.31 Emily Barton & Melanie Rae Thon *
03.14 Lysley Tenorio ^
03.28 Clark Coolidge *
04.25 Matthew Zapruder & Brenda Shaughnessy +

* at Memorial Hall
^ at The University Club
+ at The University Museum of Contemporary Art

Upcoming events at Flying Object

Jubilat/Jones reading series

On Dispatch

by Hilary Plum


Postcommunique Nicholas Bohac

This is one of a series of short fictions loosely about journalism/journalists/the journalistic.

I traveled all night and it was 4:30 in the morning when I arrived at the hospital. That was fast, Detective Modigliani said, I thought it would be a few more hours.

Burk’s Nub

by Mike Young


When the Sun Hits My Face It Will Be Time To Get Up (detail)
Kevin Clarke

On Thursday, during lunch in the math teacher’s room, Burk showed us the progress of his nub. It was growing on top of his hand.

Luminescence

by M. Charlton

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Troposphere (detail) Natalie Abadzis

I came into Bardejov from Bratislava at five in the morning, sat in the bus station until eight- thirty, and walked around the town until I checked into a soiled hotel room at noon.

Burt

by Jason Larson

Sprouting by Brian W. Ferry
Sprouting Brian W. Ferry

“You ready for eggs, hero?” Burt’s morning glory said.

“Good morning morning glory,” Burt said. Burt stretched. Burt smiled.

The Chemical Mist

by Rachel B. Glaser


Caitlin MacBride

Hattie held her dream by his narrow shoulders. She told him his name sounded famous to her and he blushed disappointedly.

Pilgrims

by Mira Bartók

It’s Easter and a man and woman are eating suckling pig in a piazza. “Suck the bones,” her husband tells her. “It’s the best part, the most nutritious, where all the life is.

The Drummer

by Sara Jaffe


Ellen Rumel

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He went from being a sit-down singer to a stand-up singer, but the chair was still there if he wanted it.

Echo and His Brother

by Brian Mihok


photo: Brian W. Ferry

The academy sent a car for Jesse and Milton when they were twelve. There was no discussion. Boys can’t live alone, the man said and straightened his uniform.

Two Short Fictions

by Ryan MacDonald


Red Bandit  Steve Snell