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...

A Review Q&A with Myself on the Subject of Dan Crawley’s Collection The Wind, It Swirls with the Principal Answer Being I Couldn’t Put This Book Down by Jonathan Cardew

Q: Could you put this book down? A: No, I could not. I could not put this book down.  Q: Why is it you couldn’t put this book down? Can you put your finger on the reason? A: I think there are many reasons. The stories fizz with interesting characters and...

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...

Bosoms Redux

This is in response to the first prompt. (Wish I had more time to write more this month.)   We have been together since birth.  You crept out like crocuses.  Blossomed into bright red tulips. Mounded like Fuji. Blazed the eyes of men. Were cupped by countless...

Butterflies: Please read this version

Butterflies My niece, Shelby, has not learned how to lie yet. Or how to slow her waterfall of facts and opinions. When we’re in my butterfly garden playing with her dollhouse dolls, she answers all my questions. “Yes, Mommy cries and yells and sleeps a lot sometimes...

Suerza

[list, random Dictionary of Sorrows choice, headline] Suerza n. “a feeling of quiet amazement that you exist at all, that you somehow emerged alive and breathing despite all odds….” Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows “Leukemia Claims Local Restaurant Owner.” The...

He Never Wanted Me to Really Know Him

On the top shelf of my parents’ closet where my mother has never explored, I pull down dad’s rifle case. Just before they fully drugged him at the hospice facility, he asked me to get rid of it when he died. Behind the gun I discover a faded boot box frosted with a...

The Daughter of the TV Detective

In a town in the Arctic Circle, Iceland, Finland, Alaska, or the Shetland Islands (the important attribute of the location is the cold), the teen-age Daughter of the TV Detective receives a FaceTime call from her mother just as the Daughter unlocks the door of their...

Storage Unit Clean Out

After 25 years, I cleaned out my storage unit with the help of two of the hardest working undocumented workers I know. Here’s what they loaded into their gray soccer mom van among various power tools and the electric grinder they used to cut open the storage unit’s...

Wrack Line

In response to "unthinkable thoughts" prompt: Wrack Line I turn on the garbage disposal, and feel the pull, an icy shiver pulling down my hand. It tickles. Taunts. Tempts me to stick my fingers inside. By accident on purpose. I shudder. Flinch. I imagine how it would...

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...

A Review Q&A with Myself on the Subject of Dan Crawley’s Collection The Wind, It Swirls with the Principal Answer Being I Couldn’t Put This Book Down by Jonathan Cardew

Q: Could you put this book down? A: No, I could not. I could not put this book down.  Q: Why is it you couldn’t put this book down? Can you put your finger on the reason? A: I think there are many reasons. The stories fizz with interesting characters and...

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...

Bosoms Redux

This is in response to the first prompt. (Wish I had more time to write more this month.)   We have been together since birth.  You crept out like crocuses.  Blossomed into bright red tulips. Mounded like Fuji. Blazed the eyes of men. Were cupped by countless...

Butterflies: Please read this version

Butterflies My niece, Shelby, has not learned how to lie yet. Or how to slow her waterfall of facts and opinions. When we’re in my butterfly garden playing with her dollhouse dolls, she answers all my questions. “Yes, Mommy cries and yells and sleeps a lot sometimes...

Suerza

[list, random Dictionary of Sorrows choice, headline] Suerza n. “a feeling of quiet amazement that you exist at all, that you somehow emerged alive and breathing despite all odds….” Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows “Leukemia Claims Local Restaurant Owner.” The...

He Never Wanted Me to Really Know Him

On the top shelf of my parents’ closet where my mother has never explored, I pull down dad’s rifle case. Just before they fully drugged him at the hospice facility, he asked me to get rid of it when he died. Behind the gun I discover a faded boot box frosted with a...

The Daughter of the TV Detective

In a town in the Arctic Circle, Iceland, Finland, Alaska, or the Shetland Islands (the important attribute of the location is the cold), the teen-age Daughter of the TV Detective receives a FaceTime call from her mother just as the Daughter unlocks the door of their...

Storage Unit Clean Out

After 25 years, I cleaned out my storage unit with the help of two of the hardest working undocumented workers I know. Here’s what they loaded into their gray soccer mom van among various power tools and the electric grinder they used to cut open the storage unit’s...

Wrack Line

In response to "unthinkable thoughts" prompt: Wrack Line I turn on the garbage disposal, and feel the pull, an icy shiver pulling down my hand. It tickles. Taunts. Tempts me to stick my fingers inside. By accident on purpose. I shudder. Flinch. I imagine how it would...

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