Sarah Freligh

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...

My Buzzing Vagina

shocks my nipples erect rhythmic pains pull and release pull and release marionette strings shake metronome stops mid-beat   (hare)y insect births its way out of my silenced womb releases the elf man I’ve held captive strings hold them tight   mosaic pillow...

Unshriven

Opium nights in a broken mansion like tokens of despair, gray moss hangs off the pin oak, shuddering in shadowed air, I’m there. The shimmered moon spirals through the human universe. Night of watered air, gardenia perfumed, stars fuzz in the blue-black sky. I sit on...

Bloodsongs

American Anger For dinner they served burning midnight, cavesongs. The general stoked our tumors. We touched stillborns, strangled dresses. We sang lullabies to x-rays. The coroner’s daughter showed us the wired dark, gold mines, nightingales. The Coroner’s Daughter...

song of the river cane

may these bones dressed in danceless flesh finally settle into that good earth let me shed self-imposed shackles & strut —how that eternal dance floor gets more crowded every day see me solo waltzing, at long last, to a song i didn’t know i knew so crass it...

spaghetti

Spaghetti season, he said with a sigh. We heard it underfoot. You couldn’t tell if it was communicating with the others or just sobbing. Occasionally Big Jon would stir it with a giant hook, forming glistening piles near the path. On the shadow spaghetti coasts it's...

Incognito

This month, I tried to use as many elements as possible from the prompts, including starting with one of the first sentence ideas.            They say sickness comes from my back teeth holding mud in its trenches. Really it comes from golf balls clogging up my open...

the last salmon & goodwill

the last salmon The apple wore pants to the school dinner so we put on our eating trousers. I thought I saw Sicily go by but I didn’t, the window misunderstood what the gourd band expressed. The bear escaped the circus at the exact time hibernation fell upon him so...

ALL SHADES OF PINK SMOKE IN A TAKE OUT BIN

A pink haze of fur further from home than a girl should go calling her own whots and nots bubbling the past, as if it was a good time. Palm fronds paint the way shades the shades. striped vertical hold gone wrangler Gone red Gone punk raving mad red alternate universe...

Debug Jacque Cousteau (N + 11)

(I just couldn't help myself with that machine prompt, Ben! Thanks so much for this weekend! RV) Debug Jacque Cousteau, I noticed tonight when the sittings rang outside, that the crags took up the chum. I’m dumbfounded when it comes to parroting others. I’m too much...

On Sunday

Presbyterian preachers saddle sea urchins and go for a roe. Sushi sirens singsong seduction, spinach puffs are Jesus’ best wrapped gift. Potato blinis whisper holy water woo to wahoo, yahoo. Salmon tartare pull shrimp tails and crab rangoons goon as devils riding...

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