Cristina M. R. Norcross What We Hold The only thing I could think about when I saw her perfect feet was the largeness of my hands, the impermanence of her smallness, and how out of practice I was for holding what ultimately can not be contained. Cristina M. R. Norcross is the seafood-loving editor of […]
Read MoreWendy Taylor Carlisle The Writing Teacher Told Us Never Write About The Moon We ate up his wisdom, living as we did in that irony-free zone, the south of the 1970’s laughing our rivals to scorn and waiting to be anthologized without noticing we were a decade behind in slang and skirt lengths or imagining […]
Read MoreHowie Good Yoko Ono at MoMA Light a match and watch till it goes out, a painting made to be seen in the dark. Source: Titles of conceptual works from current one-woman show. Howie Good has a brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat.
Read MoreAllison Rhodes Stage IV Although they warned that her passion could spark a cigarette, she refused their rain and danced until ashen pale. Allison Rhodes is a logophile hailing from a small Canadian island.
Read MoreIan Gibbins Why Mice Cannot Type Read my palms, the gritty creases, calluses, the life-line I barely can see, the crystal ball I hold between my finger-tips, penetrant as X-rays through my hopelessly unyielding ligaments, the inevitable crippling subluxation of my knuckles flexed, extended, grasping for a future I cannot imagine, a past I cannot […]
Read MoreLen Kuntz Unseen On that year and that exact day when things were brittle enough as it was, I found myself between a loamy field and a forest of stilted trees while my brother took everything I had, right there under the swollen belly of a an unseen Heaven. Len Kuntz is the author of […]
Read MoreBill Barrett Desire Were I but a sluice of oleomargarine or oil of damiana rubb’d ‘pon an undisturbed bun or splayed ovate of some slattern Lola Falana. Bill Barrett is a poet who lives by the ocean.
Read MoreRobin Wyatt Dunn No I have a gun in my pocket I named Saturday, which is the day the buildings outside— No, I don’t remember. Robin Wyatt Dunn writes and teaches in Los Angeles.
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