I love flash fiction—complete stories told in a limited amount of words. When I began writing it, I stuck to the 100-word limit ERWA set. The spare format forces a writer to think about every word, every line, and is a great writing exercise.

My love started early; the first flash fiction that blew me away was Green Eggs and Ham by Dr Seuss. He wrote it using only fifty words: a, am, and, anywhere, are, be, boat, box, car, could, dark, do, eat, eggs, fox, goat, good, green, ham, here, house, I, if, in, let, like, may, me, mouse, not, on, or, rain, Sam, say, see, so, thank, that, the, them, there, they, train, tree, try, will, with, would, you.

Reading that list, 100 words feels positively decadent.

When I set out to write my first flasher, I got to thirty-seven words and felt complete. This is probably the closest thing to a poem I’ve written:

In my sleep
you came, all stillness,
muse-shadowed like night
kissed by the wet tongue of Morpheus

I devoured you there,
painted you under the moon—
velvet lust in red strokes,
silver etchings of tears


  1. You should write this. Haunting.

  2. elisa,

    Thanks for the vote of confidence, and for reading, and taking the time to comment. It's nice to know my words are reaching people here.


  3. Words are tricky things, and in the right hands, clever creatures.

    You're being read, Zander, and enjoyed.

  4. djaevle,

    I love the way you put that. I've a feeling you know well the slippery nature of words. Perhaps I'll return the compliment one day.

    Thank you...for reaching out.


  5. Zander,

    This is just so beautiful.

  6. Thanks, eve. I don't venture into poetry often so knowing you read it, and liked it, gives me pleasure.

    Thanks for reading with me,


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