Rogan Kelly. Demolition in the Tropics. Lewisburg, PA: Seven Kitchens Press, 2019. 28 pages. $9.00. Some readers expect to be punched in the gut repeatedly. Demolition in the Tropics is not for them. Rogan Kelly's poetic line is wistful, impressionistic, similar to...
Reanne Derkson
Death, Desire and Other Destinations by Tara Isabel Zambrano (review by Dan Crawley)
Tara Isabel Zambrano’s full-length flash collection, Death, Desire, and Other Destinations (Okay Donkey Press, 2020), illuminates, enchants. I’m awestruck with Zambrano’s effortless talent, her swings from stark realism to inventive magic realism. She is...
Ghosts of You by Cathy Ulrich (reviewed by Audra Kerr Brown)
Audra Kerr Brown lives betwixt the corn and soybean fields of southeast Iowa with her husband and two children.
Bending Genres Q & A with author Karen Stefano (What A Body Remembers) and Emily Bertholf
Q & A : Interview with Karen Stefano, author of What A Body Remembers. Emily Bertholf: Your latest book is a memoir about the life-altering night in 1984 when you were violently attacked on your way home from work and your long struggle of dealing with...
Welcome to your November writing! Huzzah 🙂
Hi everyone! OMG elections! Have a productive month. I can't wait to lurk in the background and read what everyone comes up with. I loved Robert's notes this time around. That Glück poem! Here's an extremely awkward video of her reacting to the attention of her Nobel...
When You Walk Through the Front Door Tonight
Your bitter grin stretches from wall to wall. Your hulking anger deprives me of oxygen. Insults prick like porcupine quills. Stupid. Bitch. Cunt. You pour two fingers of brandy, the usual. I watch you drink, my face blank as an Amish doll. When I was young, my...
The Anatomy of Stalk
I’m trying not to use trauma as currency. How many duty-free purchases have proved shitty gifts? When I stood by your casket and saw the make-up, I wanted to strangle the artist. Kaufman & Sons, the undertakers who we’d known all our lives, played football with,...
Ghostwriter
Steven had just finished the installation of ant traps around the house when his wife Sylvia returned from running errands. “Why do you hate ants so much, Steven? They’re basically harmless.” “It’s unsanitary,” he replied, “They form parasitic piles on discarded...
London, 16 October 1987
Later, I learn I slept through a hurricane. An angry arm swept across the city like a scythe and with a bellow, uprooted ancient, beloved trees. Their roots, dirty braids, weren’t meant to see light, and shrank from the smell of the wet air and the...
Temblor- Prompt 2
Temblor Mornings were hectic with a preschooler and a second grader, one a girl, the other a boy, both insisting that they don’t need a shower, they don’t want oatmeal, and they will not put on their uniforms. The father is in New York on a business trip. He’s...
Beckman day #2 part #2 The Cabin
Beckman Part #2 The Cabin “There’s no place to stay for over thirty miles. I have a cabin down the next driveway. You can stay with me and we can catch up and you can leave in the morning.” Every hair on my arms told me no, but curiosity and fatigue from...
Sap
Sap Rosin: a gem, a jewel, a talisman, a cylinder of translucent gold wrapped in velvet, the perfect size to pocket, to palm, but really it’s sap, it’s just sap. Without it, there’s no sound, a bow flailing uselessly over strings. With it, there’s friction,...
Sap
Sap Rosin: a gem, a jewel, a talisman, a cylinder of translucent gold wrapped in velvet, the perfect size to pocket, to palm, but really it’s sap, it’s just sap. Without it, there’s no sound, a bow flailing uselessly over strings. With it, there’s friction,...
Pilgrim – Day 2 prompt edited
Pilgrim Small TV with antennae. Saturday morning cartoons. Cowboys and Indians. Roy Rogers. Gene Autry. Black and white. Shorts and a halter tops. Annie Oakley hat. Cheerios with spoons full of sugar. No more snoring in bedroom, but not quiet either. Door stays...