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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...

Victory is Plural

I am gazing out my window to the street that passes my house. A white hearse has just passed, and car after car after car are following, each with a little orange flag with a black cross flying from the passenger window. It has been six months since that might have...

The Bittersweet

The School pay to make dreams sort of happen. They don’t promise this will happen, but you can tell a sort of artist resume —weight, height, eye and hair color black and white too curvy too short no loyalty next money makers. IT. You are not it. But you hope the way...

Two Erasures from Wasteland

Nothing earthshaking here and they need more work, although I think I returned some dignity to the bored typist and well, the dog is okay. Unreal City,(Dogs, too, in the Wasteland) death sighs, short and infrequent flow up the hill with a dead sound I knew, and stop...

Secondhand Man

You want to see poverty, let me take you home to Sobral. I grew up eating dust, sand, the odd nut, and improvised verse. This was before rap and funk and the big supermarkets sold soda and microwave popcorn. We were the inspiration for popcorn. I sang in church and...

Epistolary Down a Well

Hi All - again, i misunderstood the timing, so apologies for this late entry. i loved all the reading and this exercise. I combined the epistolary prompt with the "use your imagination" prompt and sort of came up with a hybrid, interrupted letter (started to write it...

So She Was

"The future is a past that has not yet come to pass. Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?" –Clarice Lispector The hollow monotony vibrates through porous mouths. Intoxication of sky lodges its devouring yawn between humans and me. Cigarettes blind the...

Day 1 – Diary

nursing homes of birdsong infiltrate wiry gymnasiums enter the march madness canceling video game difference distraction waking a blue wrist watch walking opening the opening scream routine pop top funeral pushed oblique twin roads from the greentip of stop sign...

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