50 Days of Prose

"Gently the woodsorrrel and the dove explained the confirmation and guided my return. When I came out of the woods onto the hill, I had pine needles in my hair for a bridalwreath, and the sea and the sky and the gold hills smiled benignly. Jupiter had been with Leda, I thought, and now nothing can avert the Trojan Wars." (Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept)

Using the quotation above as a dropping off point, for the next fifty days, Flat Singles Press will publish poems & essays on the 'fullness' language in prose. Gently like the woodsorrrel, but explaining like the dove, we hope to include many voices, new & old, in our discussion of The Poetics of Prose (to borrow Todorov's title,) and to probe contradictions, intersections, similarities, transformations (what Brigid Brophy sees as "metamorphosis" in By Grand Central). Why does poetic prose remain apart from verse forms? Why does prose seem apart from poetry generally? Is there indifference? Is there maligning? What is a bad line? Where do we draw the line? How does prose become poetic? 

There are many questions to consider. The answers may take various creative & critical forms. Our aim is to respond in prose. We welcome any submissions, particularly those taking up these questions, new ideas, and the relevant theories & histories through which we may explore the 'fullness' of prose.

***EMAIL all submissions to flatsinglespress@gmail.com with the subject line, '50 Days of Prose'.