David Jibson H²=8/3 π Gρ Mathematics which few of us understand proves that while we are standing still the space between us is expanding, pushing us further and further from everything in the universe, friend from friend, mother from child, lover from lover. Having grown up in rural Michigan David Jibson now lives in Ann […]
Read MoreLarry D. Thomas A kindergartner asked me if a crow is a crow because it caws. Larry D. Thomas, a regular contributor of poetry to our sister Right Hand Pointing for many years, is a member of the Texas Institute of Letters and served as the 2008 Texas Poet Laureate.
Read MoreLara Frankena A Few Words About Summers Past Somewhere in the sands of Coney Island where we threw flip-flops at teenage boys who sang Casper, the Friendly Ghost in tribute to my fair skin, where the Cyclone trumped a cup of coffee for Sunday morning pick-me-ups, where young men turned young women upside down to […]
Read MoreH. Edgar Hix To Know To truly know snow is to forget all else, even snow. H. Edgar Hix is a big fan of snow unless you hand him a shovel or skis.
Read MoreH. Edgar Hix Snow Has Its Own Little Ways Snow has its own little ways: melting when you don’t expect it, flying from the breeze to your glasses, keeping the dead mouse hidden until spring, showing up on schedule or not, calling you from her new boyfriend’s to ask you to get her the sparkly […]
Read MoreKrishna Lewis Release It was not dust escaping to speak to us in ethereal shape, nor was it fine sand trilling between our fingers to join her parents long ago buoyed forth on the river, nor was it even the sludge of burnt and now-rancid ghee, as a cousin said it would be, but rather […]
Read MoreDylan Przygocki Alma Mater Your eyes were the only test I ever really passed. My name is Dylan Przygocki and I would like to know your ways.
Read MoreKevin Heslop Fiction When David Foster Wallace said that fiction is about what it is to be a fucking human being, he probably didn’t intend to insinuate coitus is the principal occupation of the imagination, but may have: narrative, after all, loves the twilit entanglement as much as anyone, and the way the votive gyroscope […]
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