Retreat - Devonfield

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...

One Rung at a Time

Caroline steps onto the deck and immediately notices the patio umbrella is missing.  Not again, she thinks. Her husband Karl had tried everything to keep it from flying off the deck with the frequent windstorms that gathered speed across the lake and headed straight...

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...

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