Unbroken Journal pattern

Unbroken is a quarterly online journal that seeks to showcase prose poems, poetic prose and haibun, both from established and emerging voices. We desire to give the block, the paragraph, the unlineated prose, a new place to play.

The paragraph is an extremely difficult form. Just as the wind brushes the underbelly of the idea, a new indent appears. All this hubbub about access and the idea, the idea and cohesion, the idea and liquid space. Polymorphs, snowglobes, a barrage of supporting examples, whirligigs that flutter about before falling into the netting of the idea. Seven ideas total, or one? Suddenly before a recheck for sentence completion it’s rounding up, prosaic summations, concluding with modular force. Sonnet-shaped yet unmusical, the paragraph is fast enough.”

~ Tom Snarsky, Unbroken Contributor

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From our current issue . . .

  • one way signs - image for Location by Iris N. Schwartz

    Location by Iris N. Schwartz

    Late autumn: I’m cold, wind-strewn, jacket-less, alone. Somewhere in New York State. (I study license plates.) Two fives in my jeans pocket. How did I get here? Where’s here? I say to myself, “Gina, Michelle, Dorothy…don’t panic.” How can I not be disturbed when I don’t know my name? When, now, I’m here, but, ten […]

  • a woman's shadow, image for Division by Mark Renney

    Division by Mark Renney

    It smells in the lobby. I grimace and step from the main entrance and out, onto the scuffed tarmac. I gaze across at the tower block opposite. ‘Jordan, get back here NOW,’ a woman’s voice. I hear but can’t find her, but I spot Jordan striding swiftly and full of purpose. She keeps close to the […]

  • image for My Shithead Neighbor Trev by Zachary Conner Williams

    My Shithead Neighbor Trev by Zachary Conner Williams

    My shithead neighbor Trev got put on probation for insurance fraud and gave me his tackle box full of weed for safekeeping since he knows my grandma piss-tests me, but today my shift got cut and I woke up late and Vanessa was already at her sonogram, so I packed a bowl of Trev’s weed […]

  • feet in red sneakers - image for Jumpcuteye by Mark A. McCutcheon

    Jumpcuteye by Mark A. McCutcheon

    A May Monday evening: windy, which isn’t unusual for Edmonton; and warm, like 25°C warm, which is. You’re parked curbside under tall elms reaching towards each other over the boulevard, waiting for your girls at their music lessons. A teen passes your car on the sidewalk, reading her phone like you were reading yours before […]

  • image for Word of Moth by Marion Michell

    Word of Moth by Marion Michell

    Worst days pain ricochets like shooting stars with pinball crushes. Oh the love! Coins, slot, more? Even your voice becomes unhinged, that last door. Words duck and dive, hide behind femur, kidney, clavicle. Tongue cannot reach. The keyboard hisses. Coffee cools in favourite cup. Bottoms up! You’re braced to write, comb the lamellae of cognition […]

  • A woman lying face down, image for Her Skin by Lucy Palmer

    Her Skin by Lucy Palmer

    She sleeps the sleep of the drugged, body furled in a comma, breath steady: in, out, in, out, my own personal metronome. The scar snakes silver on her arm, a beacon in creeping moonlight. I trace it with my finger like a surgeon with a knife. She doesn’t stir. When it happened, it was ugly; […]

  • an image for He Has Not Been Right in the Head Since by Grant Guy

    He Has Not Been Right In the Head Since by Grant Guy

    His name was Arthur. He was born from woman. Seeded by man. He has not been right in the head since. He was introduced to an alien God. His mother forced him to kiss the God’s hem. He has not been right in the head since. Some day last year (he does not remember when […]

  • woman beside a bed - image for Spring Dream #1 by Beckie Stewart

    Spring Dream #1 by Beckie Stewart

    When you read everything I had to say but had not yet said aloud, I learned the lesson of not naming my word documents after you. When I crawled into your bed and lay still and held my breath I was not trying to die I just wanted to have your attention. But when I […]

  • image for Raging Fudge by Richard J. Fleming

    Raging Fudge by Richard J. Fleming

    1 We didn’t arrive until tomorrow. By then, it was already too late to avoid another rowdy tea party by the light of a Bunsen burner. Hot air balloons of free speech floated by overhead. I could hear the epileptic crooning of narcotic pilgrims in a borderline district.  A city of tents grew up overnight. […]

  • image for Teen Mirror by Julia Kantić

    Teen Mirror by Julia Kantić

    The anxiety, the torpor, the ennui, they are all parts she gets from me. Even the hyper parts, the rip the skies aparts, the foul tongue, the need to stand in shadows at parties, the talk-of-the-town inside the head, then out, repeat, repeat, do not close your mouth, do not pass go, do not collect […]

  • image for [the flight is the show] by Darren C. Demaree

    [the flight is the show] by Darren C. Demaree

    for Anna Geiger i told my children the flight is the show to take off is to land the magic is how little the bird’s wings move while they defy gravity while they accept the tepid wind the gale force the spittle of the old gods not once do they question the advocacy of the […]

  • attic floor - image for Bullet Goose by Erik Fuhrer

    Bullet Goose by Erik Fuhrer

    There was a goose who lived in my grandmother’s attic. It had lived there since the first world war and had bullets in its flesh where feathers once grew. Its daily clickaclink rang in our ears each morning as it dragged its cyborg body across the unfinished floor. Every now and then it would bury […]

  • a cyclist - image for Fist by Daniel Bennett

    Fist by Daniel Bennett

    I stopped attending church once we moved to the town, but the portion of time it had occupied felt unrealized and almost obscene. I had explored the river. I had ridden my bike across the rape fields at the back of our house, and found another patch of ground where turnips grew in regimented rows. […]

  • image for Seeing My Mother by Barbara Brooks

    Seeing My Mother by Barbara Brooks

    I avoid looking at myself in photos and mirrors. As I grew up, the mirror on top of the dresser greeted me every morning. In an early photo, I have a gap-toothed grin, my left ear sticks out from under my riding helmet. I hold the trophy out in front of me. In high school, […]

  • fishing pole - an image for Chests Pounding, Lungs Rasping by Christopher Baumer

    Chests Pounding, Lungs Rasping by Christopher Baumer

    Brother, meet me at the river. Wear those bib waders that belonged to your grandfather; the ones that were too large for your skinny build but kept the water from your legs all the same. Bring a plastic box filled with lead weights and treble hooks, bits of yarn and cork balls colored in neon […]

  • a green yard - image for The Place That One Becomes by Lee Kaloidis

    The place that one becomes by Lee Kaloidis

    from where i sit gratefully out back in the chair beneath the tree by the bird bath on a green lawn sprawling with sunlight, a stage for squirrels that fidget in circles and for birds that come and go to the feeder or peck the ground for the seed beneath it, rake and shovel leaning […]

  • bicycle in the woods - image for Depending on the Horizon by Cate McGowan

    Depending on the Horizon by Cate McGowan

    Yes, the boys and I fashioned retrofitted, hand-me-down bikes—spray painted speed machines tooled in overgrown backyards and empty garages, made tough like each of us to withstand Georgia red clay, easement trails, steep hills, kid-built ramps. After-school afternoons, we’d pedal muddy paths as if the real Devil chased us, scooting down creek bank inclines, picking […]

  • holding a cup of tea - image for The Honourable, Miss Phryne Fisher: Lady Detective by Anne M Carson

    (20) The Honourable, Miss Phryne Fisher: Lady Detective by Anne M Carson

    The Hotel Windsor, Melbourne Australia When Phyrne farewells thrift, she welcomes haute-couture—a whole suite at the Windsor to house her capacious wardrobe and a ladies’ maid (Dot, rescued from the street) to tend it. Only her first day in Melbourne and already she’s bought a flamboyant satin and fur ensemble from a city courturière. She’s […]

  • image for V. by Donald Ryan

    V. by Donald Ryan

    In five minutes the universe will expand, opening around him, turning stars into melodies and melodies into suns, burning a fugue of flames, igniting in him sparks of creativity in the form of firecracker stanzas, exploding crescendos, comets of colors.  In five minutes he will breathe in, breathe out, then turn on the television but […]

  • Canoeing - image for Hidden Valley by Ricky Garni

    Hidden Valley by Ricky Garni 

    I mumbled. Then she mumbled. Out in the street, they mumbled. In the streetcar, the driver, well, he mumbled. The car horns mumbled. The cat darted out of the way of the pick up truck, mumbling. There was an explosion. It mumbled. Who can explain all this? It’s this way: the city is underwater. Has been for […]