by Todd Davis | Nov 14, 2014
Willow blossoms deep in the lane, a rooster calls out at noon. Young mulberry leaves are still sharp and less than green. —Fan Ch’eng-ta In the waning dark old apple trees set the ridgeside ablaze with blossoms and bees, night’s tenderness captured in the vanishing...
by Angie Macri | Nov 11, 2014
Where the Hunter Holds Best to face east with the front door out of the forest. Best to face east with a daughter’s room, windows in bloom. Best to face east where Venus steps out of the forest. Best to face east where the hunter holds the three-star sword, the...
by Ed Ochester | Nov 3, 2014
Ed, I was thinking about you the other day when I left my acting class (I’m still working on my play Fences, building my character Troy Maxon). Anyway I was thinking about you and baseball. My father loved it as do you. So as part of my work on Maxon I signed up...
by Christopher Kondrich | Oct 26, 2014
BELLFOUNDING Before the world, nothing was side-by-side, so no two things could be compared, or wished for or become, stars had yet to function in myth: there...
by James Maynard | Oct 18, 2014
Pipedream : Lincoln City, Oregon Tarry, then turn away. Which is my prayer....
by Kelly Michels | Oct 10, 2014
We came from the dumb-struck future stuck in clock towers and the ghosts of DeLorean cars, Whitewater and the million-man march, war criminals in Bosnia, OJ and his glove, a unabomber’s manifesto in 35,000 words. We came as prodigies of an accidental world velvet...
