by Tony Magistrale | Apr 4, 2014
He recognizes his arrogant bravado is purely a self-defense mechanism; he’s been spending way too much time alone. Even those obnoxious Jehovah Witnesses haven’t knocked on his castle door in decades. The ancient coins bulging his pockets won’t work in any...
by Tony Whedon | Mar 25, 2014
Introduction Books of Days were common in the late-middle ages. They carried the viewer from season to season, with religious themes foremost. One expects a Christian iconography in the art of that time, but in the late 14th century miniature art of The Tres Riches...
by Kelly Cherry | Mar 17, 2014
The boardwalk on the beachfront was tacky, although that did not put me off from buying dirt-cheap earrings with my leftover rubles, but away from the tourists—including plenty of Russians— outside the city, in the hills, forests, spectacular and groomed,...
by Richard Foerster | Mar 9, 2014
The crush of it: not just the body swaddled in the sweat of fear’s embrace, but the thought confined and bursting within its battered valise, buckled and strapped for a trip to nowhere but a smaller place inside a cell where every pulsing neuron pounds against the...
by Glenn Stowell | Mar 1, 2014
the language of grief is not exclusively human. A wolf carries off our goose by his gaunt neck in the night. His partner wanders the perimeter of our fields for six days until her honking grows hoarse. But it is the human: so much of what we are is what arrests us....
by Sean Prentiss | Feb 21, 2014
Like a benediction, we grow into a smaller language. So many words given up, disremembered, abandoned from tents & saw packs. What use here in the Middle Santiam Wilderness do we have for the word sink? When would we ever utter closet or phone or bank account?...
