Wendy Oleson

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...

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...

I gave birth to a knife

Prompt: Write a poem or short story with a striking image as the title. I gave birth to a knife The doctors had to use a whole extra spool of thread to stitch me back up. The knife didn’t cry, just shivered, wrapped up like a burrito in a blue cotton blanket. Weighed...

Fridging Mothers

Prompt: Write your own fictional business venture or entrepreneurial endeavour. Treat it like a quick overview on Shark Tank or an elevator pitch with a stranger. Keep it to a sentence if you can, but (as always) expand if necessary. Fridging Mothers I have this...

The Seahorse

Prompt: Write a poem or short story beginning with a seemingly straightforward sentence that, fittingly, makes little sense The Seahorse I met Lewis when he was a seahorse. God couldn’t make him an Eve out of his ribs; he had no ribs. But Lewis eventually blessed the...

Tell It to the Yappy Neighbor Dogs

TELL IT TO THE YAPPY NEIGHBOR DOGS I watch my father at the fence-line tenderly attend to the dogs next door. It’s curious because they’re usually non-stop pitched ballistic, driving everyone and everything away. Penny, hulking and deeply bellowed, would go at them in...

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