Hear Ye!
You’re basking in the limeade-light of Toad 1:3, our first submission-based issue. It’s a smorgasbord of genres and scrumptious art. Poet J.P. Dancing Bear and painter Julie Speed present a platter of ekphrastic proportions. To wet your fancies and fit your whistles, click to graduate student Amro Naddy’s illustrated fiction, Amelia Gray’s two sentence story, Linh Dinh’s street photography, or any other of our hoppinin artists.
Here Ya!
We would also like to announce a recent change to our creative response forum: it no longer exists. Instead, we will be featuring a new piece of writing or art every week in our official Toad Blog Forum for readers to respond. Please suspend your suppressed fear of getting picked last for kickball, and get involved!
Sincerely,
The Chief
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“Think of the ear as pear shaped—”
“I used to think I could wear
“What if any of the gods just wanted fresh water?”
“The bird stitched to his shirt
“…the entire sky whited out “I don’t say any of this. I kiss your neck…” “where her man could stub out his cigarette”
“I need you to go back to 1975 and eat an hors d’œuvre.”
“I danced |
“even my tongue is swollen” “My tongue purples” “Or worse, that I wanted only to give him something” “She likes
“She called out “Harvey!” and I ran over and started yelling instructions like I was a man again…”
“Finally someone stutters jesus
I could still smell
“We played the eucharist game. It was
“I wore no emblem “come on and open your eyes”
“He opts for a lighter one about his first Laundromat attempt where he shrunk his favorite Argyle sweater.” |
“But life, I think, is more like McDonald’s. Clumpy and confusing and mostly disappointing.”
“Sometimes I forgot parts “Everything I own
by Amanda Zubillaga“Imagine you’re a normal guy who comes home from work one evening to find a sasquatch on your living room couch watching TV with your wife.” Translated by Will Storm“Father Zeus himself amidst clouds by night heaves “neighbors, busying themselves with closing shades, watching the skies |
