Adam Robinson

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...

Survival Shelter with No Tools

When asked where are you from which is often I say where I awoke. When they dig deeper I flip the table sprinkle the retort with dessert sugar can usually name a street a town a park a lake a problem close to where the asker is from I’m good at guessing origins by...

The Enticement of Repentance

They place Aunt Sis’s stretcher on the front row in the same alignment as the chairs…she can only see her son’s casket if she turns her head toward the front of the room. Fortunately the stroke had left some movement in her neck, but her limbs remain motionless. She...

Home Should Have No Walls

Early in their marriage they lived like nomads, moving from one family house to another, no carpets, curtains, or candelabra to call her own. This suits him, she thought. Many rooms to conceal his secrets. And she? She, like a tree, needed roots: to nourish and anchor...

End of a Relationship

This isn't a romantic relationship. It's about someone important who recently exited my life. Instead of writing explicitly about them, I wrote about some ominous snake dreams I had when I first met them and others I had before they exited my life. I don't think this...

Genius Windows

Geniuses, they were called. Because they had solved the problem of what to do with the windows the neighbors wouldn’t open. The neighbors’ children were always looking through the windows, signaling, but the neighbors were always saying they didn’t have any children....

An Anarchy of Anguish

its own living thing vast and disparate as the kingdom of birds and you only left behind your dog-eared Audubon's I identify the loss by the flutey voice of those small-bodied flutterers that weigh nothing for their hollow bones My dreams grackle me awake with the...

Every Pill A Sonnet

I accidentally posted without being logged in. I noticed a typo or two anyway, so please read this version. Thanks! I see you, vagabond, bird of passage, rolling in wanderlust, I hear the trumpet sound of longing crash into a siege of hourglasses, together we are a...

Reunion with Estranged Thems

This is what I can do today and is a bit flat. I didn't get to the point of writing out of the awkward situation. It was going to be a brief piece about spontaneous combustion or something similar, but instead, I sit in a head cheese sandwich. Maybe this is just the...

Red Rogue

(I wrote this from the last prompt yesterday and wanted to post today!) She listened with one eye closed. I devoured with one nostril open. She minueted around the flat, flattening F and sharping E. I felt my drowsy way through an epidermal ellipsis, while sharpening...

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