Aimee Parkison

MY FAVE FIVE- APRIL 2021

April 2021 Series Curator: Jonathan Cardew April Selector: Minyoung Lee What’s rare, what’s bright, what’s new? This is what we ask a new writer every month in search of the best hybrid, poetry, and flash writing from the previous month. In this edition, we catch up...

My Fave Five- March 2021

March 2021 Series Curator: Jonathan Cardew March Selector: Hannah Grieco What’s rare, what’s bright, what’s new? This is what we ask a new writer every month in search of the best hybrid, poetry, and flash writing from the previous month. In this edition, we catch up...

Spores

Holding your new baby, you hurry through the night, away from the house, down to the bottom of the garden, to the old railway carriage. It's well past time to introduce him to your family. Late summer throbs from the purple buddleia. No one know how this freight...

Debts You Haven’t Paid

(Sorry--this is late, and really rough! From Prompt #4: Second person, shame. ) Debts You Haven’t Paid 1. The girl in first grade with the big glasses that took up half her face and one lens was smogged up or painted over because she had lazy eye and you asked her to...

Heart Trouble

Her grim face like a melting candle, Paula lumbers to her feet, collecting the paper plates she’d shoveled her homemade cake onto and pushes her way past the screen door to the kitchen. She was hospitalized a month ago for what she called “heart shivers,” and told to...

The People Without Skin

Super rough! Too soon for actual critique, but any first thoughts welcome xo The People Without Skin The people without skin don’t know they are without skin. They don’t remember the molting, the day they ripped through their old lives. The people without skin just...

What Their Hands Did

At first all he could do was lie on their sofa fist-scrunching her brick-red wool blanket to his nose inhaling the lingering traces of her linden soap, the amber warmth of her body. He’d stare at the solemn gray of the idle television where most evenings they had...

Red, Rising, 1897

The poem/prose observation prompt, based on my memory of an old B&W I used to have (NOT 1879). Gaaaahhhhh, this was HARD! I am famous for my problems with this particular point of view. Trying to write something without sneaking in what someone is probably feeling...

Late Late Afternoon

Note: I wrestled with this one, following as best I could Prompt 4 (a character defined by action). Late Late Afternoon The child leaned against the doorway between the kitchen and the parlor, while her aunt hovered over the counter, holding potatoes up to the sun....

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