Two of my short pieces about traveling in Turkey will be published in Wanderlust.
My fiction “Summary Report to the Committee By the Procurement Group of the Lost Voices of Fresh Kills Landfill” is forthcoming in Overland’s False Documents issue.
My story “About the Letter” is forthcoming in the Taj Mahal Review.
Three pieces about traveling in Turkey appear in Coldnoon.
– improvisational reaction to a word received in my In Box from Dictionary.com
frisson, free-SOHN, noun
- A sudden, passing sensation of excitement; a shudder of emotion; thrill.
Right off I confused this with fission, a word with powerful and menacing implications. A heavy word. Heavy in that the splitting of a “heavy nucleus such as an isotope of uranium” can create a living hell. Not a passing sensation nor shudder of emotion for sure. But a full on ass-searing blast of radiation yielding horrific results the earth’s unfortunately (fortunately?) only “experienced” twice so far. And I don’t mean experienced like you experienced an afternoon of white water rafting in Idaho. But like your most painful moment ever times, I don’t know, a gazillion. But frisson, IMO the word’s too close to fission to have such a thin meaning. Shouldn’t it be rougher, , jerkier? A jolting sensation, as in buckle your seatbelt it’s going to be a frisson of a ride? But it’s not that at all. It’s the scent of wildflowers on a summer day. A passing pleasure, like popping an M&M into your mouth. Or, taking a toke of the whacky weed, as we used to call it for a certain good reason. More than a frisson of a time those days were. Though not quite a fission of a time. Not a complete meltdown. Some brain cells remain. And deciding to put it in the present participle, my spell check tells me frissoning isn’t a word, and my bff Google insists it’s not a valid Scrabble word either. So be it, even though I had in mind frissoning as a human activity, as in a frissoning couple might be having a pleasurable moment, maybe even a private one, if anything’s private these days, a moment that fissioning would disrupt in a rather large and rather incontrovertible way
– originally published in Volume 3 of The Transnational
My long story “Orwell’s Year” will be published as a chapbook in Blue Cubicle Press’ Overtime series.
My spell check is complete poem “The Cure That Ales You” is forthcoming in The Offbeat.