by Jeffrey Spahr-Summers
Your Grandmother was the Lone Gunman on the Grassy Knoll
“I realize this may come as a shock to you,” FBI Special Agent Oslo smiled, offering me a cigarette.
Playing God with my Mother
“Do you think it’s time to stop feeding him?” she asked.
The First Lie
“I hope we will be friends for life,” she said sweetly one day.
Attila on the Couch
“Your feelings of rage are symptoms of having an overbearing mother,” said the doctor, seconds before his head bounced across the floor.
NASA finds a flower.
Jeffrey Spahr-Summers is a poet, photographer and sometimes publisher living in Boulder, Colorado. He has written poetry for over 45 years but is new to flash fiction.
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What surprising, fascinating stuff can you tell us about the origin, drafting, and/or final version of “Five Micros”? I can imagine my late Grandmother actually shooting from the grassy knoll.
What surprising, fascinating stuff can you tell us about the origin, drafting, and/or final version of “Five Micros”?
I can imagine my late Grandmother actually shooting from the grassy knoll.
Congrats to Christopher Allen for having a work from HOUSEHOLD TOXINS being chosen to appear in BSF 2019 from Sonder Press.
Check out the write-up of the journal in The Writer.
Poetry, creative nonfiction, and fiction/prose poetry submissions is now CLOSED. Check out our new category triptychs! The next submission period opens September 15, 2019; submit here.
09/05 • Richard Baldasty (1 of 4)
09/07 • Briel Felton
09/09 • Chelsea Stickle
09/11 • Jeffrey Spahr-Summers
09/12 • Richard Baldasty (2 of 4)
09/14 • Frances Badgett
09/16 • Sarah Russell
09/18 • Ryan Stone
09/19 • Richard Baldasty (3 of 4)
09/23 • TBD
09/25 • TBD
09/26 • Richard Baldasty (4 of 4)
09/30 • TBD
10/02 • TBD
10/03 • J.I. Kleinberg
10/07 • TBD
10/09 • TBD
10/10 • Lilian McCarthy
12/02 • Tara Campbell