Judith Solano Mayer I don’t know if entitlement is an intuitive lean in the right direction, but my guest is apoplectic amid the meditative stillness surrounding the table: gelded papayas in a mottled mix of light and shadows, a splatter of mimosas, an apple core with a honey bee crawling over it, the blunt exhale […]
Read MoreKip Knott Temporary Agnostic For a moment I believe in the possibility of something beyond this life as I watch my son roll down the hill past familial headstones, the tiny bones of dandelions clinging to his hair. Kip Knott peruses flea markets and antique stores for vintage paintings, which he then flips for righteous […]
Read MoreTim Brockett Recycling Day In a blue plastic bin at my curb, the thought of his tongue in your mouth waits to be sanitized and shredded, then pressed into the image of the loving, peaceful home dreamed about by a brokenhearted eight-year-old at Sister Mary’s Orphanage. Tim Brockett writes poetry and juggles flaming pianos, often […]
Read MoreTim Brockett Failure W. K. Kellogg, cereal magnate from Michigan’s Bible Belt, made only one corn flake that looks exactly like Jesus. Tim Brockett writes poetry and juggles flaming pianos, often simultaneously.
Read MoreHowie Good The Killers Assassins and secret policemen, just following protocol, experiment on each other to relieve their boredom or queasiness, regularly say “Cool!” and “Awesome!” and “Got it!” while meaning something quite different, wear only dark clothing sewn by a half-dozen or so blind tailors, perpetuate the ancient notion that the wind can compose […]
Read MoreNeil Creighton Sun Dance If only I could throw words onto the page like Jackson Pollock threw paint onto the canvas, a kind of divine anarchy, beautiful chaos celebrating nothing but itself, iridescent, dripping molten stalactites in fluro red, orange and green descending over the primordial world aeons before the red blaze cooled and life […]
Read MoreStephen Toft Tanka Poem The ocean reclaims the seashell, reclaims the sound of itself. Stephen Toft is a poet and homelessness worker who lives with his girlfriend and their children in Lancaster, UK.
Read MoreStacy R. Nigliazzo Gunwale An oar will not help when the water wakes— anchor through the floor, closed fist on the siderai Stacy R. Nigliazzo‘s debut poetry collection Scissored Moon was published in 2013 by Press 53 (srnigliazzo.com)
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