Tim Hawkins Eighteenth Birthday Endless summer nights of bonfires roaring within, darkness at the periphery, sparks like fireflies filling the empty spaces. Tim Hawkins stepped out of a bar in Skagway, Alaska, along with two bellicose loggers squaring off with chainsaws, and decided to walk to Mexico where a dead horse was burning on the […]
Read MoreDawn Corrigan An Epitaph for the Anthropocene We lived in the era when bananas, coffee and chocolate were abundant and cheap, yet still we were miserable. Dawn Corrigan is having the last of the coffee.
Read MoreHowie Good The Last Voyage Our 93-year-old dad, without his hearing aids or even his three-pronged cane, still managed somehow to give everyone the slip, sneaking off to Monte Carlo Night down in the cellar of a dream factory, where he coolly turned over his hole card and won $400, after which he started back […]
Read MoreM.J. Iuppa Transparencies Only when afternoon’s unfamiliar light fills the birch with apparition, with aloofness that shimmers in- side bare branches, like a caul of silence that overwhelms us to stand still within this window frame— this grip on a life left, unfinished. M.J. Iuppa ‘s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017).For […]
Read MoreIan Willey Awakening Not having watered the tomatoes for weeks it was a surprise to find on the vine, basking in an autumn sunrise, a pair of tomatoes, pale and sunken like the breasts of an old widow, who awakes one chilly October morning and realizes now is the time. My name is Ian Willey […]
Read MoreIan Willey The End If the sun were suddenly to explode we’d have eight minutes and twenty seconds before the shockwave reached earth to annihilate everything, meaning there wouldn’t be enough time to listen to “The End” by The Doors, though you could play R.E.M.’s “It’s the End of the World as I Know It […]
Read MoreYour Editors Break Your editors are taking a break through November 5. Elizabeth, Dale, & Tony do not, as a rule, vacation together, although not that there would be anything wrong with that.
Read MoreIan Willey We Pretend When she returns to the table having rushed off for an emergency breast pumping, we pretend not to notice the spot on her blouse and she pretends not to notice our pretending not to notice and in this way we get back to our prescribed agenda while the spot, barely there […]
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