The Salesman and Other Adventures– and other adventures

Essay

Today we offer an excellent essay by writer and filmmaker Pablo D’Stair– one of the best DIY talents around.

What is “the purest achievement”? What’s the mindset of those engaged in the pursuit of art? This is a must-read essay not just for writers, artists, and filmmakers, but for all those who strive in any way to be creative. It’s written for the artistic soul in all of us.

know what The Thing was that first made you daydream, and then do everything you can until you have gotten that exact Thing for yourself—whatever it is. Until you have that, nothing else matters—

Pushcart Prize Announcement

Announcement

Greetings New Pop Lit’ers! Instead of a story today, we’re announcing our nominees for the 2015 Pushcart Prizes!

This was somewhat of a bittersweet process for Karl and me, because we publish what we feel are exceptional stories and Pushcart only allows six nominations per publication. Because of this limitation, we’ve chosen six stories that represent a variety of writing styles. Our 2015 nominees are:

1) Jessie Lynn McMains; Insect Summer
2) Thomas Mundt; Placeholder
3) Kathleen Crane; Donnie Darko
4) Pablo D’Stair; Yellow is the Color of My True Love’s Hair, in the Morning
5) Ian Lahey; The Janitor
6) Andrea Gregovich; The Unshakable Kayfabe of Tommy Rage

Congratulations, nominees and congratulations to our other writers who helped us make NPL happen in 2014! More great things to come!!

 

 

Portrait of Santa Claus, by Thomas Nast, Published in Harper’s Weekly, 1881. Photo image obtained/rendered by Gwillhickers. Wikimedia Commons, public domain

Yellow Is The Color Of My True Love’s Hair, In The Morning

Third-Way Fiction

Good Morning!

Today we’re going to shake y’all out of your post-turkey stupor with a story by author and filmmaker Pablo D’Stair!

yellow is the color of my true love’s hair, in the morning is the slightly creepy tale of a guy who likes laundry…

I’d often thought about it, but it wasn’t until one day that I did it—Callie, a woman in the apartment building, I’d always time it to do the laundry the same time as her, had noticed she was pretty much on a schedule about things like that and taking out the trash and things, and so I’d think about it and one day she had her first load going and had just left the basket of the second load, went out into the parking lot, into her car to get something so I poked around, took a pair of the panties, a pair that didn’t seem well worn but not so specific or new looking she’d definitely notice it missing.