James River | 21 June 2016 | The Vignette Review

The James River, unclean and indifferent, cared not a whit, and resumed its silent whistle.

Smoke and Mirrors | My Interview at SmokeLong Quarterly

I feel like writing may converge back to the sonnet, some new form of sonnet. Some cut-paper, GIF-flashing, Alfred Bester moment where all of a sudden a mind makes a leap and says Holy wordnado! Look what’s happened! In sum, flash is where it’s at.

Review: Nice Things by James Franco | Change Seven

It’s delightful. It compelled me to visit Franco’s Instagram; I verified they nailed his frenetic tone. How did they do it, without emojis?

Mothers + Sons | 31 May 2016 | The Airgonaut

From the pharmacy on Holland Street, to the haul up Mountain Avenue, then down the hill on Valley Road, along the old Leni Lenape trails through the woods, where the nut sedge shudders and the mamas stow their fawns, there is a box of Playboys from the 1980s.

Summer Baby | 23 May 2016 | SmokeLong Quarterly |Reprint

I hear, yet see the circus acrobat, pretty lady, who can hula-hoop fifty silver rings at a time. Sometimes they are all rotating excitedly out of rhythm, and then, in a moment of fluid clarity, all the hoops shimmer as one serpentine tube.

Podcast: “Rewards” | No Extra Words Episode #48

When I was small, coins and bracelets, rings and musket shot would shake out of my beach towel and picnic blanket when we returned to the Chevrolet.

Essay: Buzzing Bechdel’s Tower on Top Gun’s 30th

I was thrilled and surprised to find that long ago (30 years) in a land far away (Hollywood) there was a testosterone-fueled Tony Scott film that had a strong female lead.

Flash Reprint: Upfurler | Flash Fiction Net | 10 May 2016

Nominee: Best Small Fictions 2017 | From a distance, upfurlers shimmered like a murmuration, gently hovered there, like some air current snapped a soft blanket below their soft forms; their tears plocked down, but wore away to nothing before anyone could know.

New Fiction: Ottile | Visual Verse | 4 May 2016

Louis has imported a Javanese man, of Sumatra, who has brought with him some interesting methods to the crop. He says, “wheat may be wheat the whole world over, and bake a bread just the same in any place, but tobacco is as native as you and I and must be respected as the mayor of any great land.”

Anne Elizabeth Weisgerber

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