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...

Anya Underground

It was Penitent Magdalene—tears in her eyes after washing the feet of Christ with her hair, breasts bared to God, both erotic and sorrowed— that Anya loved most, and now, crossing the square outside the Hermitage, wind grieving through the trees, she wonders how...

Sympathy…

I've been toying with this one for a decade at least. This month's prompt inspired me to give it another go.   A Bobwhite quail moves at a speed of 20 feet per second and can fly briefly at speeds of 30 to 40 miles per hour. A Perazzi-Brescia over-under 28-gauge...

Vocie of God (510 words)

I seen this girl last night, click-clacking down Avenue C. Low-cut top, neon pink. Pink hair too. Yeah. Our eyes did that quick little zap. Thought we mighta had something, but she just raised her head high, thick with attitude. Whatever. No skin off my back. Girl...

Left Coast

In early November, I quit drinking for the 87th time. What disgusted me was how I kept cracking beer after beer on a Friday night, complaining to the kids about their deadbeat father.

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