by Jasminne Morataya | Jul 24, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2025
Happy Heavenly Birthday Brad Renfro “Manipulated mugshot of Brad Renfro (original 2000)” (2025), NIGHTSHADE (Alejandro Concas-Rivas). Courtesy of artist. WHEN JOSH SCHAEDEL invited me to contribute a text to accompany Steve Kado’s exhibition Stairs at The...
by Victoria Albert | Jul 24, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2025
The Execution It was the twenty-fourth of December and my firm had given us the day off. I thought I would spend the day at home, but the boardinghouse was unbearably loud—the landlady had invited her sisters, and they were clucking and bickering like hens. So...
by Clifford Gant | Jul 24, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2025
Maybe is the Most Beautiful Word in the World Aleatoric: Solely dependent on the throw of a dice or on chance; random. There’s something barreling towards me. Hulking. I can feel it closing in. It’s starting to envelop my future body, which will be my now-body, which...
by Simon Andrews | Jul 24, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2025
What You Missed While You Were Dead Welcome to the Memory Database, Charlie. Who would you like to speak to? Who would I like to speak to? Every time I come here, I try to talk to someone new, someone I’ve never heard of. Let’s try … Rogers. I enter my name of the...
by Marta Gosovska | Jul 24, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2025
My Suitcase of Fragments I’m sitting on the bed, unpacking my suitcase. I’m not entirely sure where I am. Somewhere near the border of France and Switzerland. From the window: a bell tower, a smudge of sky, and the kind of greenery that feels alive. Spring, or...
by Henry Relyea | Jul 24, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2025
Dried-Up Stars (Lightning Bugs in My Stomach) “Have you cried yet? I’ve only cried once.” My sister Thea’s speech is precise, like she’s not been wandering her mind across the sky. She’s poised against the brittle trunk of the only tree in the graveyard. She holds the...
