http://fraglit.com/flit an online magazine of fragmentary writing Tue, 25 Jan 2011 23:25:17 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en “Linearity and Fragmentation.” In The Lessons of Modernism and Other Essays. MacMillan Press. 1987. 124-139. http://fraglit.com/flit/archives/390 Fall 2010 :: Issue Seven Editor's Note Richard Jay Goldstein Geezer, Living Alone Liam Wilkinson Small Hours: Sketchbook Fragments Richard Krause Shorts ... http://fraglit.com/flit/archives/220 Solitude is the theme for this Fall’s issue of FragLit. We’ve published 14 pieces on this theme (including a fictional story in fragmented form and a number of writings that explore feelings of aloneness), and Carlos Reyes’ latest “Fragments on Fragments” installment consists of a short film inspired by the ... http://fraglit.com/flit/archives/221 Richard Jay Goldstein Should of done this years ago. So quiet here you can hear yourself think. Plenty of sky too. Just the way I like it. And I sure do like the way that path winds under the pines. Makes sense, if you know what ... http://fraglit.com/flit/archives/235 Liam Wilkinson Liam Wilkinson writes, “The following fragments are sketches that I capture whenever and wherever I can—in my notebook, on scraps of paper, in my mobile phone at any moment that may present itself. Though I have a background as a writer of haiku and its related forms, these recent ... http://fraglit.com/flit/archives/236 Richard Krause Curious phenomenon loneliness is that it can be dispelled by anyone. Sometimes we are a little dismayed that it so promiscuously gives itself away. It is as if it pays us back for withholding ourselves, gets even with us for allowing it to exist in the first ... http://fraglit.com/flit/archives/237 Spurious Again: whisper it: it spreads your life like a reflection on a night window, black and bottomless. The void that calls writing forward; the black blood that surges before the beginning. :: It is early now—or very late—and I cannot sleep. It is very late; it’s early. No dawn—not for a few ... http://fraglit.com/flit/archives/238 Tara Deal Lucerne There is too much blue and green, teal and violet, on the slow train from Interlaken to Lucerne. The sun shines with no clouds to calm it. Lakes are large and placid around me. Mountains loom. Too much. I get a cramp in my neck from looking out of ... http://fraglit.com/flit/archives/239 David Massengill -met him at the publishers convention at the Javits Center. I’d told Jane I’d represent the agency at the “Quick Pitch Lunch”—where aspiring writers have two minutes to pitch their novels to each literary agent in the room. “You can expect to hear from a bunch of nobodies going ... http://fraglit.com/flit/archives/240 Scott F. Parker I “Hello. Is there anyone out there?” I misremembered a song lyric, I can imagine myself saying from time to time, I think I do say, I think may be the only thing I ever say(s). I, the only lonely pronoun. I, homonym for the organ that lets the world in ... http://fraglit.com/flit/archives/241