Mitch James

@mitchjamesauthor.bsky.social

First-gen PhD, professor of writing, author of the novel Seldom Seen, a Miner's Tale. Writer of tales short and shorter, poems, CNF, scholarship. Facilitator of therapeutic and expressive writing workshops. Crafter and consumer of cocktails.

A masterclass example of precision dialogue used to reveal the story not told. Admired the subtleties in awareness of marriage, sacrifice, taking and being taken advantage of, rebirth, and failure. A good study of the flash fiction by Gaurav Bhalla, published in Journal of Compressed Creative arts

"I had to wrestle Patricia into isolation again. I’ve never had a senior like her. This is why Gary thinks it’s work causing the miscarriages" Such a fascinating piece that braids together different elements and character focuses, and leaves so much for a reader to discover on second / third reads

Mitch James@mitchjamesauthor.bsky.social · 2y ago

Big thanks to @bendinggenres.bsky.social for publishing my braided micro piece that uses Leviticus, the epistolary form, and a little bit Minecraft. Originally drafted in an @sfreligh.bsky.social workshop. Can't wait to read through the issue! bendinggenres.com/prophecy/

“I began to have this dream where instead of being signed we just went missing,” says a young model in a state of mental decline, not realizing that her and her friend’s abundant visibility as models is the ultimate invisibility. Beautiful work. tinyurl.com/muzr84p9

As a 90s Supermodel - SmokeLong Quarterly

Karina and I didn’t like the work. And we didn’t like our bosses. And we didn’t like to talk about love unless there was pain involved, otherwise we found it so uninteresting. She liked to say things ...

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The voice of this piece, the sense of place, the staying silent in life and not speaking ill of the dead (just like in the American Midwest), and the way the living stand fragmented around the deceased. Fucking beautiful. Let’s just someone say it already. Hot damn. shorturl.at/Kzi41

These Things We Not Saying - SmokeLong Quarterly

At the church’s gate, until the town people surrounded them, the women not spoke the horrible truth. They not talked about the man’s wives who, when they saw him, dropped on the ground at his feet lik...

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