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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...

Bending Genres Reading for SMOLfair- March 5, 2021 at 9:00 p.m. E.S.T. This Friday, we have a great line-up for our Bending Genres Reading for the SMOLfair book fair event happening March 3- 7. Fiction Editor, Meg Tuite and EIC Robert Vaughan will be hosting a...

Can you call him

The first text comes in at 5:30, I am still pumping the kayak. Can you call Cormac. He didn't go to practice. Came home on the bus instead. Angry. Won't talk to me. Call him. At the house I would take phone to the other room, and leave it face down next to car keys...

Cherry Soda

My 9:00am is being held on suspicion of negligent discharge of a firearm, criminal damage and manslaughter. His gun went off by accident when he was moving it from his shed to the basement, ironically for safety. The bullet went through the garden fence and killed his...

Cleansing

Lining up in the queue to check in, you study the Aboriginal artwork on the wall, dots, lines and skeletons, but mostly arrows, pointing in that direction, and you look back and wonder whether it's a sign you should follow, but that way—only the front doors and the...

Diet Crisis

A week after you went I emailed the newspaper who broke Your story wrote the headline: Did they Fall or did they jump? When I wrote the emailI was at a bar in Boston and I Had just flown in For a concert festival and I was pretty drunk Or I had the intentions to get...

Echo Canyon

She shoots a rope of sun lotion on his back and he misses her pause, her pause when the years reverse. Echoes in her hand find the shape, the shape his father left behind. The same broad map, broad map her nails once traced, her tongue defined. Ghost canyon now, how...

Friend

She tells me again. I’m your friend. The shadows they talk, but not with their mouths. I’m really just fine. Jobs here are hard to get, but I’m okay. I walk the streets and talk to them. Broken curbs and sidewalk grass. A hole in an athletic sock. It feels like a long...

If you thought I was ruthless then—

With kindness I could say you didn’t know what you were doing. Not with me, at least. And maybe you didn’t know what you were doing with Jenny, with Eloise, with Rebecca. With your Natashas and your Sashas. Maybe not even with your wife. You knew how to be a writer...

No Looking Back

Each time they move, they leave something behind. One time it was a broken lamp, one time it was the cat, one time it was her wedding ring. As Carla lines up the kids outside the new rental at the end of their three-state, 18-hour drive, she realizes that this time...

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