About Us

At Unbroken, we love poetic prose and the prose poem. Because a haibun is a prose poem with a haiku at the end, we also love the haibun. And we feel that none of them are being given nearly enough attention. Unbroken desires 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

 

From our current issue . . .

  • Somewhere in Rooms with No Mirrors A Collection by Steve Passey   

    Somewhere in Rooms with No Mirrors A Collection by Steve Passey  

    Somewhere in Rooms with No Mirrors I’ll tell you about responsibility vs. accountability: You know these boys, these girls – “Team Leaders”, Capos, Corporate motherfuckers coming to pass down the word from on high. Got that degree, got off the farm and here they are saying “We all have to tighten our belts” – Meaning […]

  • your love life as told by book review outlets Two Pieces by Michael Prihoda

    your love life as told by book review outlets Two Pieces by Michael Prihoda

    your love life as told by book review outlets “…a tour de force; each page pushes the boundaries of what love can do.” – New York Times Review of Books “The most stunning thing to happen in love this year!” – Publishers Weekly “More like 50 shades of NO WAY!” – Village Voice “…bitingly visceral, […]

  • I’ll Trade You Maude for Lou by Jaclyn Adomeit

    I’ll Trade You Maude for Lou by Jaclyn Adomeit

    I trade funeral cards with people I meet in seedy Vietnamese restaurants. Today I exchanged ‘Maude Podiluk; 1961 to 2013; for none of us liveth to himself and no man dieth to himself, Romans 14:7’ for a ‘Lou Mbituyimana; 1946 to 2015; Fuku sui bon ni kaerazu.’ I have a whole slew from friends’ parents: […]

  • Talking to the Dead Two Haibun by Deborah P. Kolodji

    Talking to the Dead Two Haibun by Deborah P. Kolodji

    Talking to the Dead In California, the night is swollen with lemon blossoms. Easily lulled by porch swing sways and creaks, my eyelids start to droop and I dream talk with an aunt in Minnesota. sudden leaf rustle my father calls about her funeral arrangements Drought Our address is odd, which means we can only […]

  • The Memory Machine (Public Beta Release) by Ian Gibbins

    The Memory Machine (Public Beta Release) by Ian Gibbins

    1. Initialisation Demanding neon attention, our apparatus fires up, beckons contact, seeks conversation. Freshly minted coins drop, trip subliminal gears, follow snakeskin boots, bind our wind-burnt ears. We absorb these restless pulses, lasers shimmering cool through grid-locked holograms, intertwined with spectral traces too well-known to be true. What can we do but precipitate a surreptitious […]

  • Bluebeard by Dion Farquhar

    Bluebeard by Dion Farquhar

    Raising his wine glass to toast his wife at dinner, one-percenter Bluebeard matter-of-factly observed, “Market’s a code for private, selling off what was once public.” Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the servant flinch. As he droned on about the centrality of levels of liquidity achieved by derivatives and the positioning of […]

  • Ghosts Don’t Answer the Phone by T.J. Peters

    Ghosts Don’t Answer the Phone by T.J. Peters

    This inadvertent find, a unit of forgotten digital storage, carries a morbid curiosity that’s almost too hard to pass away. Grandparents are meant for dying, of course, but are they meant for dialing, as well? The contact reads “G&G P”, the surname abbreviated without punctuation. There is no call log, no photograph, no evidence that […]

  • Happy Birthday John by Veronica Lupinacci

    Happy Birthday John by Veronica Lupinacci

    Happy birthday, Silky J, Johnathan Tiberius Sardelis The Great, Thoroughgood Longstrider, Yonnie, you would be thirty two. I told them we would really notice you’re gone when we marry people you never met and we name our kids after you. When our tattoos are cracked peeling mud scrolls. You weren’t dead when you died. You […]

  • Yoko Ono Said Two Prose Poems by DeMisty D. Bellinger

    Yoko Ono Said Two Prose Poems by DeMisty D. Bellinger

    Yoko Ono Said Yoko Ono said that I could not have really loved The Beatles and that I didn’t know John Lennon. “Did you cry when he died?” I explained to Ms. Ono that I was not alive when Lennon was shot. She said, “Oh.” The word made her lips, painted spilling-blood red, round out […]

  • Black and White By Mike Jacobson

    Black and White By Mike Jacobson

    Wear white. Were white. Black gloves hiding skin. Hidden mirrors occluding their splendor. Wear black. We’re black and came back. Millions of colors crowded in. Cancel! Clouds trailed wispy white while or all the while. Millions of black clouds coming around the mountain when she comes. Clouds backing into spaces. Periodically white clouds intervened. She […]