Ryan Griffith

Conversation with Francine Witte

by Swetha Amit SW: RADIO WATER is a beautiful collection of flash stories dealing with poignant themes. What inspired this selection, and how did you put it all together? FW: I published a book last year, Just Outside the Tunnel of Love, and found that there were...

It’s God’s Fog Up Top: A Review of Benjamin Niespodziany’s Cardboard Clouds by Jonathan Cardew Who Quotes Various Lines from the Work Instead of a Traditional Review (Plus a Few Pics) Partly Because He is Lazy and Partly Because He Doesn’t Want to Debase This Extraordinary Hybrid Collection of One-act Plays and Prose Poem Oddities with the Mundanity of Review Language Hence This Recycled Homage to Language Play Itself (and a Few Pics)

Language! “The symphony in the pit consists of rhythmic minimalists.” “Lips like witch” “The sky is a sweltering velvet, held together by loose nails.” “Low. But also loud. Like a herd of cattle. Like dark, dark dust. Dense. Shut up.” “She sews a wisdom tooth into her...

My Fave Five- May 2021

May 2021 Series Curator: Jonathan Cardew May Selector: Andrew Bertaina 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- 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...

ghostchikin (857 words)

He sits where he can be close to the sunlight, but not in it. Spark ember on the leaves of a ficus tantalize. He could, if he wanted, place his toes into a golden swath and warm those tiny bones, tarsals. But he doesn't sit fully in the sun like some heliotropic...

From the Shadow of the Cave Entrance

Trying to understand the present world, here, now…without ‘Eh, EYE’!  Minds eye!   It’s more than that. It’s a whole world turning upside down. Redefine: Underworld. Everything off but the fan. The A.C. on too, OK, I mislead, lied or forgot to mention…. Those...

Gigolo

Gigolo   You sit ogling the bottle as if it is your dead father a tombstone priest professor Jesus or a naked woman her throat un-slit sleek as a swan’s her midriff ornately labeled yet currently barren   You lunch with a cousin bottle and its cousins and...

A Culinary Journey

I am Clare’s taste. Maybe a little touch, too. The tomato seeds … sawdust with a hint of clay. Sometimes they pierce. Ouch. The fennel ... oh, don’t even go there. Not a licorice fan.  The artichoke heart … god bless the mayonnaise … but the strings, please!  ...

uno

falling apart at the waist i asked for the hip to be taken from me. there was so much pain before. i'd thought, no hip, no pain. i was wrong. the hip had been holding everything else together, unfairly. glutes were lazing about, letting the front do all the work....

Dear You

I'm working on a collection of epistolary form micros. Here are a few from this. Dear Jacque Cousteau, I noticed tonight when the sirens rang outside, the coyotes took up the chorus. I’m dumbfounded when it comes to parroting others. I’m too much more like lemmings-...

five more little poems

The Governor’s Mouth eats the tadpoles in the pond takes out the termites one by one lets koi swim accepts stubs from the national museum waters the plants on the 5th floor rinses cars in motor oil sings sweet songs to put the children to sleep and when the sundial...

Some micros

  Jilted She finds hair in her cereal bowl, strands like a tangle of Daddy Long Legs. Each flake is a waterlogged raft going nowhere. Nonetheless, her Lilliputian sisters slap at the milky lake, vying for purchase until their mother dumps the bowl down the sink,...

Sacrifice

Sacrifice Everyone in Tree’s life is quid pro quo. For free ended with her mother’s life. She doesn’t remember meeting Carter before the time loop reset her in his dorm room. By the time she’s woken up in the next repeat day, she knows more about him than he remembers...

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