Nancy Freund

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...

The Crack

I sigh deeply, from the depths not only my chest, but my soul. I resign myself to the fact that I will be stuck in this house out in the country until he returns with our four grandsons. The pendulum swings wide. Joy for the exuberant energy of four filling these...

Mammary Memories

your arm accidentally touches my breast in the middle of the night in that region between wake and sleep I panic I imagine your memories you touching them them touching you you touching you I re-remember me touching you you touching me him touching me me touching him...

Isopropyl

I found a large half-bottle in the makeshift farm vet kit under the sink. Rationed it, bought another as soon as the blank spots on the store shelves began to fill again. C3H8O: colorless, flammable, disinfecting. An azetrope with water, its boiling point is 176.67...

The History of Skin

What am I but the history of my skin moving through the world, the story of my collisions and contusions? Time inscribed in the error of the flesh. Her name was Svetlana, but she had other secret names. One night she pressed her mouth against my mouth and moved down...

The Moth

It was stuck against our screen porch door. In the low amber light, the wings radiated a brownish-red sheen, glistening in the cold midnight air. It was a moth I’d never seen before, gigantic, unlike others my sister had injected with lethal liquid and displayed open,...

Give and Take

Bulges tremor off skin yoking Dad’s innards with Jello mounds of acidic rage. He carries these parasitic planets on his back like the estranged family who carry the true lineage of his genes. Mom lances the herd, one-by-one, in the bathroom while we hide behind the...

Make Way

The Daughter Forty-five minutes you sit behind the steering wheel. Tears run your face. I talk to you through the closed window. You stare straight ahead. No acknowledgement. Not a nod. Nothing. The kids wait. Your grandchildren. Ten and five years old. Thirsty....

Measure of a Fairy Tale

The last time I heard your feet in shoes early in the morning you were coming to tell me of a change in plans. I needed to get dressed quick somehow I was now the right person to travel with you to Cleveland, to the heart clinic. My father, your constant companion in...

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