I first heard about Randall Brown about a year ago through his fantastic essay in "The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Writing Flash Fiction," a dynamite craft book filled with essays, writing prompts and fantastic advice.
The March weather has been bleak in Seattle of late. So I think it is a perfect time to feature an interview with a web journal that has to be one of the most consistently humorous destinations on the web: McSweeney’s Internet Tendency. Just take a meander through the archives and you’ll see.
It seems like every other sitcom these days is some rendition of a hospital drama, and let’s be honest, most of it is pretty canned. So I’m thankful for Bellevue Literary Review, a journal that features writers with fresh and meaningful takes on what goes in the lives of those suffering through illness, as well as those whose job it is to treat it.
I’m a student/tutor/writer, and my wife is a nurse practitioner, and we get along famously. But we’re both pretty competitive—not at all without ego—and at times we have mused about what types of conflict would occur if we both worked in the same field, even on the same team. I imagine that it would be both difficult and rewarding, and for this reason I marvel at couples who are able to engage in the creative arts together.
For this Pub Crawl post, we’re featuring Monkeybicycle, a literary journal with Seattle roots that last year Paul Constant of The Stranger dubbed “better than the rest of the litmags." They recently published one of my short stories (fist pump), which means my intere
If you are a looking for a poetry journal that takes seriously its spirit of egalitarianism, then Rattle is for you. So what if you’re not Kay Ryan or Billy Collins—a fair shake is what you will get, and for those of us who feel like anchovies in an enormous ocean full of grey whales, all competing for an ever-shrinking population of krill, that’s something.
Those of you who attended the 2008–2009 Hugo Literary Series probably remember the wonderful piece done by Aimee Bender involving public sex, written under the Road Trip theme of that evening’s event.
Crab Creek Review has been publishing fine poetry and prose for over twenty-five years right in our backyard. But the locally run journal is far from provincial. Along with the work of Richard Hugo House regulars like David Wagoner and Kate Lebo, the current issue includes translations from international poets as well as work from all over the states.
In 1996, elimae, which stands for "electronic literary magazine," was founded. Since then, what previously occupied the realm of science fiction has become much more the norm. It has always been true that very, very few independent literary journals—much less online ones—can claim to have been around nearly fifteen years. But elimae has done it, and continues to do it.
Anyone who has donned a plastic apron and gloves and spent time in the back room of an establishment that serves food has a love/hate relationship with the name Hobart. You love the steam that washes into your face when it's done and you've lifted up the panels of the dishwasher. You hate how the forks always get stuck in the bottom, and you have to swim your hand around the murky water to find them.
I first heard about 
The March weather has been bleak in Seattle of late. So I think it is a perfect time to feature an interview with a web journal that has to be one of the most consistently humorous destinations on the web: 
It seems like every other sitcom these days is some rendition of a hospital drama, and let’s be honest, most of it is pretty canned. So I’m thankful for Bellevue Literary Review, a journal that features writers with fresh and meaningful takes on what goes in the lives of those suffering through illness, as well as those whose job it is to treat it. 
I’m a student/tutor/writer, and my wife is a nurse practitioner, and we get along famously. But we’re both pretty competitive—not at all without ego—and at times we have mused about what types of conflict would occur if we both worked in the same field, even on the same team. I imagine that it would be both difficult and rewarding, and for this reason I marvel at couples who are able to engage in the creative arts together.
For this Pub Crawl post, we’re featuring 
If you are a looking for a poetry journal that takes seriously its spirit of egalitarianism, then 
Those of you who attended the 2008–2009 Hugo Literary Series probably remember the wonderful piece done by Aimee Bender involving public sex, written under the Road Trip theme of that evening’s event.
Crab Creek Review
In 1996, 
Anyone who has donned a plastic apron and gloves and spent time in the back room of an establishment that serves food has a love/hate relationship with the name Hobart. You love the steam that washes into your face when it's done and you've lifted up the panels of the dishwasher. You hate how the forks always get stuck in the bottom, and you have to swim your hand around the murky water to find them.
