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...
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Time. Wow. by Neil Clark (review by Jonathan Cardew)
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,...
Demolition in the Tropics by Rogan Kelly (review by Alina Stefanescu)
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...
Death, Desire and Other Destinations by Tara Isabel Zambrano (review by Dan Crawley)
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...
Ghosts of You by Cathy Ulrich (reviewed by Audra Kerr Brown)
Audra Kerr Brown lives betwixt the corn and soybean fields of southeast Iowa with her husband and two children.
Bending Genres Q & A with author Karen Stefano (What A Body Remembers) and Emily Bertholf
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...
Don’t They Know When An Obanje Child is Cranked Out in Chicago?
Mom’s mother was dying of cancer when Mom was seven month’s pregnant with me. Dad decided to withhold information about Grandmother, because he worried the wretched seeds of despair would bury me. Mom could give a fuck about the birth, told the exiled man of that...
A rose, a paise, a family
In the beginning there was only a seed, from which much might have grown. The priestess had given it to the little girl as a blessing and a prophecy — she was to put it in her shoe, where its potential could follow her, and thus her future would bloom. The shatapatri...
A Bolt Out of the Blue
All of this polyglot ramshackle in the stern underpinnings I keep my tongue. The forecast is looming, an act turned into the name of its machine. How stars turn to undoing us, a dropped stitch gone supernova. A needlepoint sampler is all I have left. A grandmother's...
This is where Day Two writing will appear
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This is where Day Two writing will appear
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This is where your writing will appear
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Rewrite “Melting Ice”
Melting Ice You sit five feet across from your murderess. Your intestines gnarled by decades of emotional constipation bend you chest to knees. At first blush, your asymmetric physiognomy suggests prior stroke. But she clearly knows you have disconnected one side of...
Melting Ice
Melting Ice You sit five feet across from your murderess. Your intestines gnarled by decades of emotional constipation bend you chest to knees. Your asymmetric physiognomy suggests prior stroke at first blush. But she clearly knows you have disconnected one side of...
Is that it, some yellow rose of somewhere?
And it was still hot. The air conditioner still dripped from what must have been a window over the alley. Humidity still poured in through the front window, the one she broke by throwing a book at the tree roach climbing up the slats of the blinds. Pissed off at the...