Robert Fleming wants to be understood. In the acknowledgements for his new collection White Noir, he credits his mother and his English teacher for identifying that he writes “English sentences like French sentences and helped [him] learn how to write English sentences like English sentences.” This collection of his assorted written and visual art defies simple binaries. White Noir’s playful and strange creations make it clear that his work does not exist in any one world.| FIVE SOUTH
Think of Marston as the human embodiment of negative space—like the vase framed by two faces, you know: a person consisting only of the spaces around him. To the point that it makes no sense to describe the man, only his surroundings. Here’s a morning: sour-gold sweat stains in his mattress; wire-rimmed glasses, car keys, empty beer cans on the floor beside his nightstand. A granular waterfall of Eggo crumbs tumbling below the seat of a pickup truck. Arms raised in incoherent indication...| FIVE SOUTH
Ruth stood on the narrow iron bridge, gripping her father’s obsidian necklace, and wondered how many years it would take before the river wore them both down to nothing.| FIVE SOUTH
I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.| fivesouth.net
Old lungs puffing like gills, I beg to be thrown back to boyhood’s clear waters.| FIVE SOUTH
I played a male Night Elf druid named Siladan Wintersinger.| FIVE SOUTH
They wanted to get married. Something very small. They imagined what they were planning was modern and subversive and uniquely romantic, as if couples haven’t been rushing to courthouses every day for decades and decades.| FIVE SOUTH
When my dog and I look at the sky we see haloes and fuzz, our sight clouded by a sameness.| FIVE SOUTH
