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The debut short story collection, Turmeric & Sugar: Stories by Anna Vangala Jones (Thirty West Publishing House), is a feast for the senses and a tour of the challenges of love, triumph, and regret. Throughout, Jones’s prose is a wonderful mix of magic...

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...

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...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTIyc9wIjL0 And you can order Gari's new book, WORSTED, from SF/LD here: https://www.hobartpulp.com/books/worsted

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...

In Robert Scotellaro’s latest collection of gems, “What Are the Chances” he tells us the chances that way only he could write of lovers, friends, family, and more in a way that leaves you shaking your head in wonderment with these fast-paced stories filled...

Full disclosure: I am a complete and utter sci-fi nerd. Give me Star Trek. Give me LeGuin. Give me 2001: A Space Odyssey. Give me anything that is not of this planet/ space-time continuum-related/full of stars. So when I first came across Neil Clark’s small,...

Rogan Kelly. Demolition in the Tropics. Lewisburg, PA: Seven Kitchens Press, 2019. 28 pages. $9.00. Some readers expect to be punched in the gut repeatedly. Demolition in the Tropics is not for them. Rogan Kelly's poetic line is wistful, impressionistic, similar to...

Tara Isabel Zambrano’s full-length flash collection, Death, Desire, and Other Destinations (Okay Donkey Press, 2020), illuminates, enchants. I’m awestruck with Zambrano’s effortless talent, her swings from stark realism to inventive magic realism. She is...

Q & A : Interview with Karen Stefano, author of What A Body Remembers. Emily Bertholf: Your latest book is a memoir about the life-altering night in 1984 when you were violently attacked on your way home from work and your long struggle of dealing with...

An India Rubber Ball Bounces - Karen Schauber - I spot the India rubber ball nestled among dozens of nerf/sponge/tennis/stitched pellet and sand filled hacky sack balls in the rolling/throwing/catching/kicking and dribbling toy bin. I hadn't seen the firm spongy 3"...

[This is my Day 1 writing, but I'm posting so so late (sorry!), I'm putting it here so it doesn't get lost -- Suzanne]. PICKAXE My sister doesn't remember the pickaxe. She doesn't remember my father, shirtless, just outside the rec room door. I hear the...

It wasn’t just my unabashed morbid curiosity that brought me to your TikTok feed. It was that, and the near-constant nagging from my teenaged daughter begging for her own TikTok account. Twenty hours before you killed herself, you uploaded a video performing a...

Instructions for the Weary 1. Take a deep breath. Or a shallow one if you’re not up for it. Nobody’s asking you to breathe normally or anything. 2. Look at the bright side of life. There’s always a bright side, or almost always. Try to put thoughts of our dying...

This may be a duplicate. I posted the flash below at about 11:30 this morning, but I don't see it, and the little circle didn't fill in. 2nd time's the charm? Riff on a photo: me, age 10, my brother, 18, our father, skinny and dying, his wrist bones jutting below the...

Riff on a photo: me, age 10, my brother, 18, our father, skinny and dying, his wrist bones jutting below the sleeves of his suit jacket, the white cuffs of his dress shirt. It’s the ’50’s. He’s wearing a fedora. Its brim casts a shadow across his forehead and right...

It is a Sunday in the fall in Miami. In Florida, the state without seasons or reasons. No fault divorce, no fault auto insurance, and the only the difference between the summer and fall is that in the fall your hair doesn’t frizz up as much. I’m in my early 20’s, the...

Filled with Promise The young woman sits carefully posed atop a four-rung ladder amidst a fig tree orchard where the trees, heavy with fruit, are about to release their bounty. A branch drapes across her chest as if sweeping her into the tree’s embrace. Today you are...

Humble as a translator, the straight line of this time. On every shelf we seek an English-to-life dictionary. The decimal system never accounts for it. The dust never fully smeared away by an unthinking thumb. In the morning, a woman shakes rain from her hood and...

Note: Sorry it's a bit short! Trying to get this in before noon. Hope to be able to write longer for Prompt. The yawning cuffs of our wide-leg, low-rise jeans suck up water from the mound of uncleared snow smothering the sidewalk outside the dive bar. We huddle...