by Shane Allison | May 10, 2015
Birthday Poem for Jarret Jarret, will there be an ice cream cake with your name written in tomato ketchup at your birthday party? Will there be trick candles at your birthday party, Jarret? Because I hate trick candles. Will there be any balloons at your birthday...
by Charles Fort | May 1, 2015
One Had Lived in a Room and Loved Nothing One had lived in a room and loved nothing. Full of spiders and what memory remained, one had loved and she had forgotten things. Clock stopped and aeroplane lost in the dark, and who was that voice on the telephone? One had...
by Matthew Terhune | Apr 20, 2015
JODIE FOSTER I don’t know if this is goodbye or the same form of farewell you began whenever you first suffered a love that bloomed under the attention of silence, ether of the word drawn back into your young body like a barely noticed breath, smoke returning to a...
by Matthew Minicucci | Apr 10, 2015
or Paris. Or hawk or moth. Or paper or feathers or any number of ways to look at the armor of this, plumage of that. Or how a father’s disappointment seems to cloud these things; how it engages the fight, masks the retreat. How much like a coward. How the arrow flies,...
by Caleb Curtiss | Apr 6, 2015
My parents gave me the name of someone Who would be an asset in our war against the pervasive Demonic forces that threaten us on a daily basis. Our list contained the usual suspects: The Russians, the Count from Sesame Street, Ayatollah Khomeini, Universal...
by Michael Bazzett | Mar 31, 2015
The girl left her house and went into the woods. The ground seemed to swallow the sound of her footsteps, and yesterdays’ rain lifted the smell of leaves into the pink cushions of her lungs. Her nostrils flared to drink the loamy scent. She wore a blue wool coat with...
