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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...

Dear Lana – prompt 2

Dear Lana, I recently cheated on you for a week. It was a grey Nissan Versa. Honestly, I didn’t think that I would get too attached, but damn it I did. I feel so guilty. I’ve always told everyone that I would drive you until you broke on me or when fixing you would...

Dear Crimplestiskin

Dear Crimplestilskin, I am sending you this letter as a plea. While I know that you have been very formative in the lives of so many kid climbers that have grown up to be adult climbers represented by the likes of NorthFace, BlackDiamond, and Patagonia, I would like...

For Andrea – Prompt 2

Once we hit puberty, our moms taught us how to shave and pluck until only the hairs in our noses and head remained. Andrea, my cousin, loved to throw herself into the river, grabbed eels so their electroshocks could pass to her and then would jolt all of us once she...

Dear Manager

Dear Manager I am writing to complain about your lack of service when I came into your hardware store. I am a loyal customer. Have been so ever since I constructed my brick dwelling in the forest. True, I did not purchase the bricks from you, but bought mortar, tools,...

Dear Pandemic Pounds

Dear Pandemic Pounds, Well, here we are. Covid’s over. And you’re still here. Okay, maybe not over, but getting there. Close enough to over that I’m wearing jeans again. Or trying. And that’s where we are. I played hard to get. I wasn’t a pushover like I was with...

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I don’t remember when I stopped talking to her. It must have been long after the divorce, after replacing the Maine mountains for the flat dust of Nevada, when mom’s new boyfriend settled in with us inside adobe walls, once I had more than two friends who didn’t know...

Dear Tiny Loquacious Voice

Dear Tiny Loquacious Voice, I understand you like to talk. I understand I am your only interlocutor. I understand you are mostly trying to help, protect, warn, entertain, battle boredom. But yesterday, come on while climbing the high-tide cliffs and you started going...

Beauty

Prompt 1 Dear, Midge. I’m sorry that I didn’t treat you better. I know now that it was rough on you, always being Barbie’s side-kick; never the popular cheerleader, flight attendant, veterinarian, astronaut. And never once having gone on a date. That stupid Ken,...

Post-Princess

Damn if she isn’t vertical as a dead marriage. What gives? She never did wake up for much, but holy hell, I never thought a prince was going to get near that. What with the brutal case of halitosis. And agoraphobia. Photos always showed her outside in the woods. Truth...

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