Tag: flash fiction
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“Coffins of Styrofoam” by J. M. Thornberry
Jason M. Thornberry’s work appears in The Los Angeles Review of Books, Soundings East, Harbor Review, The Antonym, TAB: The Journal of Poetry & Poetics, Broadkill Review, and elsewhere. His work examines family, disability, and social justice. Jason holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Chapman University. “Diamond Sea” is a prose poetry piece which…
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“Diamond Sea” by J. M. Thornberry
Jason M. Thornberry’s work appears in The Los Angeles Review of Books, Soundings East, Harbor Review, The Antonym, TAB: The Journal of Poetry & Poetics, Broadkill Review, and elsewhere. His work examines family, disability, and social justice. Jason holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Chapman University. “Diamond Sea” is a prose poetry piece which…
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“The Absolution of Jack Ruby” by J. M. Thornberry
Jason M. Thornberry’s work appears in The Los Angeles Review of Books, Soundings East, Harbor Review, The Antonym, TAB: The Journal of Poetry & Poetics, Broadkill Review, and elsewhere. His work examines family, disability, and social justice. Jason holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Chapman University. “Absolution of Jack Ruby” is a personal essay…
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“Stockholm Silhouettes” by D. Bliss
Daniel Bliss is a world-traveling writer originally from Anchorage, Alaska. He is currently based in Canada, getting an MFA in poetry. His writing focuses on relationship to place and experiences opened by place.
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Carcinogen by L. Breen
As he watched her through the window, the man noted that she was not particularly beautiful. Yet he knew that if he could be anything in the world, he would be her cigarette. He would be her brand. She wouldn’t settle for anything less than him – his particular blends of tobacco and menthol, the…
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Skin By L. Breen
As a young child, she spent the summers in Florida with family friends. She was continually overwhelmed by the amount of asphalt she found there, the meeting place for the neighborhood children being the hot black tar pool at the end of the cul-du-sac. Often, in the early mornings, they could find a sheath of…
