Club Plum is a house party. We play all the good music. The DJ dances and laughs and knows that today is yesterday, and today is tomorrow, and pain is forever, so we’ve got to crack out the joy and ride the beat.
If you read or write flash fiction or prose poetry that causes the DJ to drop the needle, you are invited. If your words straddle realities without losing time, you can join the party. Knock politely on the door, but bang if you have to. Wear flannel on your back and opals in your lobes. Tumble, crying, through the threshold, but when you look up, your eyes must swim warm, so that we choke out, “Poor dear” and drag you inside.
We will throw a party four times a year. We hope to see you there.
A Song for Us