Sudden Prose: Prose Poetry and Short-Short Stories

Dear B, I knew it was a vision when I was killed and from my wound grew water. I knew it from the way my age gained speed. I was lo...

Conspiracy to Commit Larceny She she she—at the crux of what hurts—(the police came)—thin hospital sheets—(the air in my lungs exhal...

Today we're fort unate to have a prose poem from Jennifer Militello's new volume, Body Thesaurus , published by Tupelo Press: ...

ANTIDOTE WITH ATTEMPTS AT DIAGNOSIS They did the test of the body placed beside a flint-skinned nurse, the test for epidemics for...

The Objectless Place, an Ether Twist The no one in my experience is the no one with a finger on the trigger, with a hand on the gu...

Identity Narrative Do not eat from October’s black hand, O my situation. Are you still.  Listen.  Innocence: a seam to be sti...