by Carol Moldaw | Jan 17, 2021
Every Moment The languor, the drive, the traffic, the parking, the walking blocks to public beach access, down past an atilt row of porta-potties, dirt scruff shifting to sand under our feet; the settling our stuff away from the water to face the volleyballers, the...
by Jamie Wendt | Dec 29, 2020
Ner Tamid after Solomon Iudovin The shoemaker labors over his leather, his work. A singular lightbulb illuminates his hands, like a ner tamid, stitching perfection, a livelihood. The artist considers him an obsession, a relic to carve, “The Past,” Woodcuts, 1928. The...
by January Gill O'Neil | Dec 23, 2020
Boyfriend Pantoum Hallmark does not make a card for this for what we mean to each other, for what we do when my kids are asleep. We are not married. Not husband and wife. What do we mean to each other? More than lovers, more than friends but we are not married. Not...
by Myronn Hardy | Dec 21, 2020
The Turning The satellites have been turned off turned away from other satellites. The world is over. The world without eyes turns to the glare within itself. The burning. We burn. He burns us. He is burning. Barren honey locusts’ branches are dark beneath his...
by Laura McCullough | Dec 20, 2020
by Olivia Lawrance | Dec 10, 2020
I did not consider the fact That for the rest of your life you would only get older If I’d been thinking, I would have held in my hand A fistful of seagrass. I would have rubbed the edges back to raw And cut myself open carefully I would have folded back my skin...
