Metonymnoun / a word, name, or expression used as a substitute for something else with which it is closely associated.
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Recently, my poetry-writing husband, David White, (check him out in the latest edition of PRISM International and coming soon in Southwestern American Literature), received a rejection from a desirable publication. Now, rejections are like boiled eggs, they stink, but they … Continue reading
What a wonderful week of talking to people about flash fiction. While I percolate various–varied–expressive feedback in praise, love, ambivalence, or contempt for the form, I thought it would be nice to offer up a beautiful Russell Banks quote. Of short-short fiction, Banks once … Continue reading
Consider this conversation I had with my nine year old today: “I need some stuff so I can write a letter to my cousins.” “That’s a great idea. What do you need?” “Pajamas, purple ink pens, lined paper, a cup … Continue reading
Well, who knew a blog could induce such a sense of obligation? I regret my absence of new posts for the last two weeks, but I was kind of busy. For the last few weeks, my household has been on … Continue reading
“‘Art must claw at the neck of the bourgeois as the lion does at the horse,’ says the German artist Dieter Hacker, reprising an old, old tune. Absolutely. Absolutely absolutely absolutely.” In 2009, Donald Barthelme was described as “[...] a … Continue reading
I had a lot of work to do this week. A deadline loomed beyond the sunny land of day like a wheel of sharks’ teeth waiting at the end of a seven day drift on a paper raft down a … Continue reading
“When do friends stop holding hands?” My second-grader’s teacher—or maybe it was the librarian or a classroom aide, someone—had innocently admonished several girls, walking along holding hands, to enjoy it while they could. “The time’s coming,” she reportedly told them, … Continue reading
Honestly, until faced with a plate of half cooked—and yet somehow charred—Jerusalem artichokes, I had only a passing, I believe literary, awareness of them. But if you’ve been down South in summer, you’ve seen them growing by the roads, bunched … Continue reading
Hello everyone, The Metonymical Pen will be on a brief hiatus while the author spends time at an important eleven day residency in Port Townsend, Washington. Until then, enjoy this Stan Getz and Joao Gilberto classic.