Sudden Prose: Prose Poetry and Short-Short Stories

  Early Retirement After many years abroad, I moved to a small village in Cornwall. The locals immediately took to me because I seemed forei...

Volunteer We were all in a large tent. Sitting at untidily laid-out trestle tables, we had to sort out hundreds of letters, stick labels wit...

  Evolution   There were some large black ducks, not unlike dodos, by the German lake. I began pushing one gently by the beak until it pushe...

What did the orange gain                                            when it lost its 'n'? Orotundity and foreignness--an orange ...

Pancake Oh! The horror vacui of the crevice between refrigerator and wall. I call my reliable caulker, and she arrives after lunchtim...

Fish A few hours after dawn, under a bridge in the middle of the city, a wooden rowing-boat, with two fishermen...

Fondant Cake This fondant cake is here for you. A crisp, almost brittle crust, and a rich and dark crumb. Also this grief bacon. ...

Ian Seed interviews Lucy Hamilton on her first collection of prose poems, Stalker,  here: https://tearsinthefence.com/2018/02/02/an-intervi...

This compelling prose poem appears in Em Strang's first collection, Bird-Woman , just out from Shearsman Books.  HARE In Mem...

Here is the seventh and final prose poem from Greek Passages:  Bright sunlight, sharpening the edges of the house, the blazing secr...

Here is the sixth prose poem from this admirable collection I wanted to share:  --> (3) Dear Rough Guide, Some ...

Here is the fifth prose poem from Greek Passages I wanted to bring to a wider audience: I lie in bed dreaming the st...

Here is the fourth prose poem from Greek Passages I'd like to share: But you will turn, in the end / and look back acr...

Here is the third prose poem from Peter Riley's collection that I'd like to share with a wider audience: Our sustenance dr...

Here's the second of six prose poems from the collection that will appear here:  Sweetly then / the whole thing / complete and /...

The prose poems in Peter Riley's Greek Passages are untitled.  There was no journey. The moment we opened our eyes we were there...

The Compulsion To emerge from my hideout and stagger to the mirror. To face the stranger in my face. Who...

These are to improve our holdings in prose poetry and have just been ordered. I'd be glad for suggestions for short-short story collecti...