The time has come to give The Splinter Generation a break. We could not be more proud of the work of our authors, our editors, and our readers.
Likely, this break will be permanent. But we have one more surprise coming down the pike. Stay tuned!
The Death of Adam: A Kaddish
Adam is dead and I eat Greek yogurt in my office between classes. Adam is dead and I reply to emails requesting recommendations. I purchase Iron and Wine tickets for their November show on South Beach. I buy Band of…
Experiments in Revision, Final Reflections
by Niki Selken You know how it feels to write or make a first draft of something, then rework it until it shines like the top of Chrysler Building? You know how you kind of want to burn that first…
Forever, or Whatever
Poetry by Elaina M. Ellis
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Can a free-write about marriage be free or is it an oxymoron?
Marriage begs payment: pay for the husband to take the woman (cow)
off the hands of her father, as father grows tired of the girl-gone-woman (cow)’s
need to be fed? s
Journalism to Fiction and Self-Publishing: An Interview with Ed Pilolla
My experience writing my first book was overwhelmingly one of joy. However, there was a substantial amount of suffering that was also involved. There’s always going to be suffering in any kind of work that you learn something through. And I learned story-structure with The Glitch. And I rewrote it—I mean I must have rewritten it 10 to 15 times.
Broken men were her specialty
Poetry by Janette Kim Larson
oblique sermon in the strip mall
man dressed up as pizza
arms restrained beneath
soft
beige
polyester
such lust x