Flash Fiction


2012: Dogz­plotPANK | Mad Hat­ters ReviewReprint Poetry | A-Minor | decomP mag­a­zine | Train­WriteFat­boy Review || 20112009—2010



Lit­tle red rid­ing hood is strong sym­bolic stuff. I’m using her in “Sniper”, pub­lished at Dogz­plot, a piece orig­i­nally writ­ten for this photo by Cather­ine Davis. Excerpt: [#102] «I sat on top of a Sycamore tree, comfy, and looked around, aimed here and there with­out any real pas­sion for aim­ing until a girl appeared. She looked like Lit­tle Red Rid­ing Hood with­out the hood.»



It’s not often that my own writ­ing gives me the chills: “The Sodom­ized Dic­ta­tor” still does. I wrote it after the killing of Muam­mar Gaddafi in the 2011 upris­ing in Libya. Now pub­lished in PANK mag­a­zine with an audio record­ing. Excerpt: [#101] «In the night after the killing, Ali washes him­self in a bowl. His wife comes close and takes his hands, slowly stroking them with hers.»



There is a vir­tual funeral ser­vice for my dear friend Carol Novack (1948–2011) at MHR blog, orga­nized by Marc Vin­cenz. My flash “For Carol Novack” is up there together with a string of other trib­utes that are tes­ti­mony to Carol’s sin­gu­lar­ity. Please pay your respects to this won­der­ful writer. Excerpt: [#100]

«In the cities, the peo­ple don’t age, they become stones instead. They don’t turn into any old stones, but into stones that sit on top of other stones tran­scend­ing every­thing that man is capa­ble of building.»

Photo: Carol Novack 1974, by T. Ben­nett (via John Jenk­ins’ trib­ute).


It’s night in Paris & peo­ple have unwhole­some encoun­ters — the poetic res­ur­rec­tion­ists of Reprint Poetry liked and pub­lished “A Classy Whore” (and they also came up with the new title). This is the right story for a classy mag with shades of Vic­to­rian times or late after­noons on the ceme­tery of Pere Lachaise look­ing at the graves of dead poets. Enjoy. Excerpt: [#99]

«A classy whore who heaved her­self onto the street despite a cold that made her feel shaky, sud­denly saw that she didn’t care about being classy after all anymore.»


Eter­ni­tude”, pub­lished at the fab­u­lous, styl­ish A-Minor mag­a­zine (ed. Nico­lette Wong) is my daughter’s favorite tale of all my tales. It comes with a draw­ing that I made for the story. Excerpt: [#98]

«We travel through spring, slay­ing myth­i­cal beasts. We keep a dwarf, who chews a pre­cious stone for us.»


From Rus­sia With Love” at decomP mag­a­zine is based on a true story related to me by one of my mys­te­ri­ous Russ­ian friends. This piece comes with a care­fully accen­tu­ated audio record­ing. Excerpt: [#97]

«Two heads and founders of two com­pa­nies jumped out of win­dows to their deaths in the pres­ence of their fam­i­lies. The autopsy showed that they both had a syn­thetic amphet­a­mine in their blood which is known to induce instant sui­ci­dal feelings.»


Train­Write pub­lished “Left­hand View”, my small glimpse at another world that you only see shortly because you ride by on a fast train…—excerpt: [#96]

«The city grew around the small brick house like an oys­ter around a dark pearl of uncer­tain nature. Inside the house, the two old peo­ple moved lit­tle as if sav­ing them­selves for a long journey.»


Berlin: Cap­i­tal of Assassins.

My short story “Berlin Pas­toral”, first per­formed pub­licly at This Berlin Life in Berlin and later at the 4’33″ event in Lon­don, was pub­lished in 12 install­ments as part of the annual “12 Days” issue in Fat­boy Review. It begins like this: [#93]

«Susi, Uschi and Tom live on a bal­cony above busy Helmholtz­platz in Berlin. They’re not strictly speak­ing home­less: the bal­cony has got a roof. They live there through­out the year, in win­ter and in sum­mer. You know peo­ple like this exist. You’ve prob­a­bly waved at them from the street. It’s tight up there, but they never complain.»


Read on for my pub­li­ca­tions in 2011 and 2009–2010.