Category Archives: Long Fiction

A villanelle in a voice

Posted on October 23, 2014 by Confanity

Thea The world is old and hums with power In many voices; I should know I speak for all that comes to flower I came to being in a bower Born of the wild’s ebb and flow The world is … Continue reading →

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Directions, part IV

Posted on September 25, 2014 by Confanity

(Story begins here. Continued from part III) EEeee! There was a scream in the darkness. Seth sat up in bed and swatted his alarm. EE—whap A glance at the clock revealed that it was only midnight, Monday morning. He had … Continue reading →

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Directions, part III

Posted on September 15, 2014 by Confanity

(Story begins here. Continued from Part II) The next time Seth heard Thea’s voice was a week later, in the library carrel spaces. He was spending his lunch break with his CD player and a pile of books that might … Continue reading →

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Directions, Part II

Posted on September 8, 2014 by Confanity

(Continued from part I) It was that private smile—sometimes tired, sometimes bitter, sometimes pleased, but always incomprehensible—that won. Seth had given up trying to see how his roommate could find amusement in random situations, even in their most vicious arguments. … Continue reading →

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Directions, Part I

Posted on September 1, 2014 by Confanity

As a grad student taking two translation workshops and teaching two drill sections (first-year Japanese ), I don’t have a lot of time for writing. What I can do, and have been doing since A Flight of Words, is put … Continue reading →

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Poem – “Litany”

Posted on August 21, 2014 by Confanity

A poem, in the voice of a character from a story much planned but largely unwritten. by Davis van Zandt Please report any of the following to the proper authorities: When you see people who aren’t, in all objectivity, there … Continue reading →

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