Select Publications: Short Fiction, Flash, Poetry, Creative Nonfiction and Literary Journalism
What can trauma, as a theoretical lens, teach us about justice?
Sanctuary in Okay Donkey Mag
She was eighty when being eighty meant being eighty.
My Son and I Visited a Medium.
Old Teachers Never Die in Anti-Heroin Chic Journal
He chews, loose lips smacking, bubbles of Slim Jim juice at the corners of his mouth. “He’s big, looks okay, he’s just a loser.”
We never did make a fire. We never sat outside in the glorious sun. We didn’t kayak or even take a walk.
An interview with Laura Sims in Pank Magazine
tiny colored lights strung up
on a weathered wooden fence,
distant bar chatter, guitar and trains
His apartment was large and bare and smelled of nothing.
There was no great splash. Time didn’t stop. He simply slid into the water, and it enveloped his little body.
I like certains: recess, bullfrogs croaking, lists with gaps for check marks—done or not done.
Did I tell you I wanted this –
Unfurled is told from the perspective of a single character, Ella, but who tries to grant herself imaginative access to a story that she could not have really known…
Lakes keep secrets, she once said, you’ll feel them on a winter’s morning when it’s just you, the wind rippling the water’s skin, and the quiet melody of the birdsong.
As I stood among the small neat granite headstones, the larger sculptures, the old solemn trees, and the incongruous brazen red 15 mph signs, he had told me, ‘I’ll be leaving this weekend,’ and I had let his words go unanswered.
Flick’s writing is fresh and decisive, often lyrical in its descriptions.
My essay When Food Becomes Love will be included in a collection published by Woodhall Press.
The first story I remember being excited to write took the form of a set of journal entries for a competition at St. Michael’s Primary School when I was ten. That was a year of great success for me. My story won, and not long after I was also celebrating my performance in the class conker competition, having beaten David Simpson in the championship final. Sadly, that amounted to the peak of my athletic prowess, but I did keep writing. And writing.
These days, I live in Maplewood, NJ and I write with my pit bull on my knee, and my laptop balanced precariously on his huge forehead. Yup, it’s uncomfortable, but it’s marginally better than having to endure the mournful crinkled brow and the huffing and puffing he exhibits if I don’t let him take his place.
Aside from dogs and kids, writing and exploring are my grand passions. I inherited my late mother’s love of travel, and much of my work reflects that in its sense of place. I try to keep my country count high, resisting revisiting places in favour of new experiences. Except for Australia. I’d never resist Australia.
I am currently assistant editor at X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, studying for my MFA, working on my collection of short stories, and planning the next adventure.