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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...

The Vocabulary of Water

The Vocabulary of Water   At the mouth of the cove, bunkered by sly aspens, she strips without saying a word—blouse, shorts, shoes, bra—everything peeled away like petals lifted off by a laconic wind, and for a moment, I have no breath or excuse not to do the same,...

Categorized Sub-human

Your silent withdrawal, like an old thickened toenail, rock hard, that softens in the soak. I carry what you gift, and what I seek to grab.    I am 17 when you are 21, home from your tour.  We stand outside on a late February afternoon as mum takes a photo and...

Room 139 in the Psychology Building

Room 139 in the Psychology Building He came with the room. Or maybe it was she? They? Do word bubbles have genders? They have the personality of the purple-haired aunt who removes her dentures half-way through the day while sipping iced-tea and pronouncing that if you...

Thank you!!!

Dear all, I feel so honored to have had this opportunity to read your amazing, inspiring, fresh work. I come away from these days full of astonishment at what language can do, and how it can make someone feel and see anew. And to find you, writers who are committed to...

Classifications of Bibliographic Debris

Sacchariferous Smile. Make eye contact. Remember that too much is unnerving. A medium amount of smiling and eye contact will do. Cut a circuitous path across the party toward her. Walk cool. Should you trip, pretend like you were briefly dancing. At the end of the...

Skin

Beauty is only skin deep — or so they say. How deep is skin? Elle’s is so deep that she takes her teeth, mouth open twenty centimeters and gnashes, nibbles. She starts every evening, when the sun is leaving its spot from the hazed horizon. She waits until then because...

Tell us about the Grave. Your Secrets

            Here’s somebody trailing––             a hunter asking what can’t be answered. What is hidden under Mnemosyne’s dark wings?             what under her belly?             Haven’t I told you enough?                         No words for that which is still...

Humans Crave Order

*Apologies for another long one. I decided to try my hand at CNF. In 1960, a sixteen year-old boy receives a bullet to the brain on a residential street in a small town in New York. He is shot by a police officer. The boy dies eight days later. These are the facts....

The Taste of Stone

The sorrow song of the world pauses. All these small dark rooms with their secrets, treasures in the walls. A secret within a secret within a secret, something you can never know. There are many Petersburgs. Each of them black and tasting of stone. She was allowing...

Mummification

Dolores, wedged between the fetid hosiery of skin and marriage, sinks into beige, unravels and plucks from an invigorating circulation. Damn if she isn’t vertical as a dead marriage. Lunacy of intrusion. Too much noise. Fragments scatter her. Diffuse outside terror....

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