Brian D Foster
Writer
Dramaturg
Artisitic Director
Publications
Killing Jessica
July 2013
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"The romantics call it an ebb and flow, suggesting that life comes and goes rather smoothly. Peacefully is the implication. With such a phrase at hand one can imagine a beach with the tide pulling at twelve-year-old toes as sand castles dissolve beneath gentle waves. Your pocket full of rattling sand dollars and your mother spread in bronze across a sunset-colored towel; it makes a lovely picture.
They’re romantics for a reason. Put a couple decades under your belt, refuse to die at the age of 25, and that life you wanted to call a sun-bathed beach becomes the suburbs, an endless line of unobtrusive colonials in varying shades of beige."
The Editing Process: Fiction
February 2013
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An account of common problems I have come across while a fiction editor at Superstition Review. Along with breaking down problems that can lead to a piece of writing not getting published I give some suggestions on possible solutions.
Technology and the Space between Publisher and Author
May 2013
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A discussion of emerging technologies in the publishing industry and what they offer both writers and publishers.
The Aesthetics of Scale: An Artistic Collaboration
April 2013
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A look at artistic collaboration and the possibilities they hold for the artistic community.
While working as fiction editor for Superstition Review I wrote several articles dealing with different aspects of the literary field.
The Fire at 1841 East Gordon Street
December 2014
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"There were those that thought the phenomenon was some sort of sign from god. Little balls of fire appearing out of nowhere and sitting in the air two or three feet off the ground, well, I suppose it’s not too much of a stretch to reach the biblical burning bush.
The fact that the scientific community was basically left speechless by their arrival didn’t really help the matter either. Without any rational argument from anyone with a formal education, the sermon-slingers got something new to shake their fists at and a boost in Sunday attendance. All the while those fist-sized globs of fire kept popping up."