“Bunnyman Bridge Is Haunted”: A Haunted Passages Hybrid Piece by Colleen Kearney Rich

  The legend is that a bus from the insane asylum crashed near the bridge and patients escaped. One patient … More

Sara Quinn Rivara: “Instructions for Surviving the End of the World,” a hybrid piece for Bad Survivalist

  x  The road to Mouth Cemetery is gravel, hardly a road. Runs past a falling-down yellow farmhouse, three air … More

#NoMorePresidents: “Skin Parchment,” a short fiction/prose poetry hybrid by Phoebe Rusch

Interstices Two rutted roads cross in a heat-hazed field. An old man with broken legs leans on his crutches there. … More

Hybrid Prose Poem: “Midway Down Fairmount” by Rogan Kelly for Bad Survivalist

LATER, BEFORE WE SOLD IT for a loss but after you were gone, I drove up the massive hill in my … More

Nance Van Winckel: “Hole in the Fence,” a hybrid collage/graphic/poem-story excerpt for Bad Survivalist

Nance Van Winckel’s fifth book of fiction is Ever Yrs., a novel in the form of a scrapbook (Twisted Road … More

“Samples from a Wichita Mountains Ontology,” a hybrid haunting by Seth Copeland

    One summer a man fell while rappelling in the Narrows//We could hear him moan up on a cliff/his … More

“Ghost Tree,” a concrete visual poem by Tara Campbell

  InMuirWoodsthere areredwood treesthat are completelywhite, lacking allchlorophyll. They’re called ghost trees, and theydot the forest, ivory boughsglowing against a … More

Essay Hybrid: “GNOME: Excerpts” by Robert Lunday

Kouroi step forward and their smiles are votive candles. How much is lived between the words? What we need to … More

Claire Polders: “Amsterdam,” a hybrid fiction

Aerial shot. The sun rises over a city of semicircles. Traffic noises are punctuated by shrieking gulls. The camera pans … More

Anne Riesenberg: “The Leaves Will Protect Us,” a hybrid work

I am traveling through a country slowly catching on fire. Past towns simmering on dusty hillsides, bleached fields rattling in … More

Three Hybrid Pieces: Marlin M. Jenkins

At Camp This Summer Hussein runs down the rocky hill behind the tennis court in flip flops (though he is … More

“Field Journal,” a poem-hybrid by Phil Spotswood

the last scientist does not know where the others have gone. he searches the corners of the stone hearth for … More