Ephemera & Etc. — Emma’s Uncle: Dancing

A while back, our fiction editor Emma texted me a video of a man frantically dancing while maintaining direct eye contact with me, Diya Chaudhuri, from god knows where in the universe. “This is a video my uncle sent me — without comment — from a restaurant bathroom,” she said. “Must watch with sound on.” Indeed. This Read more about Ephemera & Etc. — Emma’s Uncle: Dancing[…]

MFA Graveyard

The MFA Graveyard

by Tabitha Blankenbiller This June I had to uninstall Timehop from my phone. The app, which collects a This Day in History of past Facebook, Twitter and Instagram posts, is usually good for a quick narcissistic thrill. It resurrects the immaculate homemade key lime pie from 2012 I forgot that I made, or reminds me Read more about The MFA Graveyard[…]

Goodbye, Hello

by Matt Sailor and Emma Smith-Stevens Goodbye This is my last issue of The Mondegreen. This issue marks (for now) the end of close to six years of editing literary magazines. Before this little monster I was an editor at NANO Fiction, and before that the editor in chief of New South. That’s a lot Read more about Goodbye, Hello[…]

A Peripheral Review of Watson 2016

by Andrew Rihn Because my wife was presenting on one of the panels, I had the opportunity to attend the 2016 “Thomas R. Watson Conference on Rhetoric and Composition.” The conference (known simply as “Watson”) is a relatively small, relatively prestigious academic conference held every two years at the University of Louisville. Attendees from all Read more about A Peripheral Review of Watson 2016[…]

2016 Pushcart Prize Nominees

In a week that needs a little bit of joy, we’re happy to be able to share some good news. We’re so proud to announce The Mondegreen’s nominations for the 2016 Pushcart Prize: PROSE “Meat” by Eric Nguyen “Diner Melusina” by Deirdre Coyle “Santa Lucia” by Emily Glossner Johnson POETRY “Newman OS” by Ricky Garni Read more about 2016 Pushcart Prize Nominees[…]

take me with U.

by Jim Warner It’s only after he’s gone that he’s everywhere. And nowhere. Through the labyrinth of First Ave.’s backstage, spilling out into the night. Where one would expect catharsis there is only desperation; cageless tiger pacing within the frame. So much energy spilling out: that manic cry of love or loss or anger or Read more about take me with U.[…]