by Robert McKay | Mar 1, 2019
arrives like a serrated wing. Cuts the medium on which it is inscribed. Cuts the fabric of the real. Arrives in the walled absence where the self is not. Cuts the costume of the self off a mannequin of air. Cuts the white light of a voice into...
by Felicia Zamora | Feb 25, 2019
When we think of sticks, do we think tree; oh bramble of me; what part of us, scatters wind, becomes home to something other; how your skinny bones in drape, mulberry limbs; oh slats of light, ribs of; & dusk always resides in chest, in fissures between...
by Matthew Lippman | Nov 4, 2018
NATALIE WANTED TO WATCH NASCAR Natalie wanted to watch NASCAR I said Hold up not my thing we were on the attic floor cleaning up Gel Markers and Monopoly houses Come on dad don’t go to the basketball the Cavs were playing the Pacers and Lebron was doing...
by Elizabeth Knapp | Oct 30, 2018
Because devotion. Because ether. Because the saint holds a paintbrush, his sorrow. Because the grass may grow sharply, its knives. Because wonder. Because somehow a dove has nailed itself to the shadow of a tree. Because at some point in this holy story,...
by Colin Dekeersgieter | Sep 10, 2018
What strengthened me, for you was lethal....
by Karla Van Vliet | Sep 5, 2018
A Compendium of Notional Words :::::::::: gerund a kind of weeping through the night, the gentle flowing of river water, which has tumbled out of mountain streams to slowly meander along grass lined meadow-banks. It’s burbling sounds like those of the...
