H. Edgar Hix Viewing The storm is in full bloom and I can barely wait for the next lightning to pollinate the earth with sizzling ozone. H. Edgar Hix is still H. Edgar Hixing around south Minneapolis to the pleasure of a few, the dismay of a few more, and the complete indifference of most.
Read MoreSara Pirkle Hughes The Red Devil How slowly I swam through months of unknowing, my cheeks creased from sleeping in chairs, where bitterly I flailed in rough-cut dreams of myself while the crimson poison snaked through my veins, and hospital machines breathed, singing their winter fugues. Sara Pirkle Hughes is a Southern poet, an […]
Read MoreSara Pirkle Hughes The Fire Next Door The sound the house made as fire spread its paws through every room was like an old hound stretching in his sleep, deep sighs punctuated by growls, and being children, we watched, wide-eyed, as flames licked dawn’s open palm, and we laughed, looking at the world’s misery, […]
Read MoreSara Pirkle Hughes How Quickly the Body Forgives Biking too fast to make a sharp turn, I scrape against a raw pine fence, and because teenagers are goofing nearby, I keep riding, my shin erupting in red splinters of blood, but the wind cools my face, the throbbing subsides, white lilac bursts in constellations overhead, […]
Read MoreHeather Martin “Jason, I can’t paint tonight, I’m grounded,” was scratched on the train window with a key. Heather Martin is a practicing poet from Massachusetts.
Read Morej.lewis Detox Through a dense fog, I hear someone explaining to me repeatedly how the stockpile of microenzymes I have built up over the past ten years will be depleted in five days while the staff ply me with Perrier and Imodium ad nauseum. j.lewis is a Nurse Practitioner who works in a jail, oversees […]
Read MoreKyle Hemmings Nursing Home Kismet She mistakes me for the man in the photo, the one in the pinstripe suit, whom she married in Las Vegas some fifty years ago, but I’m too lonely and withered to make revisions. Kyle Hemmings is a failed blogger who thinks he can still skateboard.
Read MoreJ.R. Solonche How Stately How stately, how serene the geese glide on the lake, but this is because the swans are not around. Prof. Emeritus of English at SUNY Orange, J.R. Solonche has been publishing since the early 70s.
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