Michele Stepto The Unfinished Poem It is not like seeing a bear loping across your path ahead of you on the road in the evening light its fur rippling over its muscles and blacker than the dark coming on, as black as licorice or anthracite as it finds its opening into the twilit woods and […]
Read MoreHowie Good The Storm That Was Given Your Name The very first time you were ever a storm grooms dyed their hair the hectic candy colors of old Wurlitzer jukeboxes, and either just before or just after (no one can actually remember), junkies and G-men assembled for secret peace talks and gods in somber celebration […]
Read MoreH. Edgar Hix The Echoes Worse than the screams are the echoes that whisper, “The emptiness is already here.” 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 MoreLisken Van Pelt Dus Healthier Lives Build healthier lives through exercise, the pamphlet vaunts, much healthier than raising legs across the door to block the three-year-old or doing shoulder shrugs to hold the phone while stirring mashed potatoes on the stove and craning (stretch those trapezoids) to check the website that the nine-year-old has found […]
Read MoreBenjamin Rozzi Color In 1995, I smeared spaghetti into my high seat tray, making something that was once white stained, but in 2017, I know it was stained before me, and my hands were trying to make art out of destruction. Benjamin Rozzi hopes everyone finds enough power in their words to be who they […]
Read MoreAmanda Laughtland Miss Match With the pen we won playing Skee-Ball I want to tell you how I used to believe I fit the world like a glove stuck in a sock drawer, but with you I can laugh at any admonishment as though it were blinking in tiny green and orange lights the way […]
Read MoreJ. R. Solonche To My Eyes Thanks, Brother Eyes, if it hadn’t been for you two guys, I would have died face down in a rice paddy in ‘Nam in 1965, and here we are alive. J.R. Solonche is author of Beautiful Day (Deerbrook Editions), Won’t Be Long (Deerbrook Editions), Heart’s Content (Five Oaks Press), […]
Read MoreJ. R. Solonche To My Arthritis I’ll see you in hell, Art, but in the meantime, I hope you appreciate your home away from home. J.R. Solonche is author of Beautiful Day (Deerbrook Editions), Won’t Be Long (Deerbrook Editions), Heart’s Content (Five Oaks Press), Invisible (Five Oaks Press), and The Black Birch (Kelsay Books).
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