Nonfiction by Christi R. Suzanne
I stood on the Hawthorne Bridge overlooking the Willamette River and imagined my death. I felt the chill on my tear-streaked cheeks as the wind blew against them. The feeling of being suspended in time dulled my senses. I tried to call my boyfriend. No answer. Maybe next time he’ll answer. I called again. No answer. I left a message and hung up.. »
Join us this Thursday, June 24th, for our summer reading event. It promises to be an exciting night with performances by 2009 Rosenthal Emerging Voices Fellow, Erika Ayón, nonfiction/fiction writer and sexual outlaw, Antonia Crane, who snagged Splinter an interview with the amazing Steve Almond, fiction editor, Alan Stewart Carl, and L.A. performer and poet, Douglas Kearney, whose latest book, The Black Automaton (Fence, 2009), was the topic of our recent poetry discussion. We will also be treated to acoustic sets by musical guests David Gielan and L.A. band, Oliver Future.
Special thanks to Mr. Popper for the awesome flyer design.. »
During my late 20’s, I stopped writing. I was a college grad, married, moving into my first home and I felt like I should focus on being a “grown-up” which, for some reason, didn’t seem to involve me writing poems anymore or reading comics.
As my 30’s loomed, I wasn’t hearing the sound of a biological clock because I had already decided not to have children, but I was listening to a “what is my life all about” constantly tocking. I found myself taking quizzes out of self-help books that were supposed to tell me what I wanted to do when I grew up even though I already had a full-time, white-collar, career based job.
What was missing?. »
The Splinter Generation is excited to invite you to our latest event celebrating the newest metamorphosis of our site from one-time collection to ongoing live journal. Since the summer we have been working hard to bring you new and exciting literary and visual material that represents our generation, and now it’s time to step away. »
The main thing I see in the writing is this strain of what I call “hysterical lyricism.” Certain younger writers are just so saturated by visual media. »