Ed Higgins Hell For Poets Tell them they would get more poets down here if the beer were not so warm and beauty not so easily consumed by fire. Ed Higgins can be found in almost any authentic Irish bar writing poems on the damp bar top.
Read MoreMandy Brown Birthright We asked her how to find home, and she lifted her hands, exploring her palms—sure among the calluses,the dirt, and the blisters, a map had always been there. Mandy Brown (mandyalyssbrown.weebly.com) is a teacher in Central Texas, the 2013 recipient of A Room of Her Own Foundation’s Tillie Olsen Fellowship, and the author […]
Read MoreMandy Brown Thirst His world bristled at the rim of a cup he refused to drink. Mandy Brown (mandyalyssbrown.weebly.com) is a teacher in Central Texas, the 2013 recipient of A Room of Her Own Foundation’s Tillie Olsen Fellowship, and the author of The Sting (SweatshoppePublications, 2013).
Read MoreCandace Butler Today Today I am eating a banana from Columbia, drinking coffee from beans grown in Guatemala and shipped to Georgia and out my window a ruby-throated hummingbird returns from its long migration to find the old red birdfeeder empty. Candace Butler is a poet, musician, and artist who has lived her entire life […]
Read MoreRay Templeton The Truth We don’t go because he hates the clowns, I heard my mother say, missing the point completely, for the truth was I knew it was the clowns who hated me. Ray Templeton is a writer and musician who was born and grew up in Scotland, stayed briefly in Wales, then moved to […]
Read MoreRay Templeton Schuillin Ye’ll haetae scrieve in Ingles, quo the dominie, gin ye wiss tae fang the wicht o’ the eild, fir there’s nae wird i’ th’Erse fir Zeitgeist. Education You’ll have to write in English, said my teacher, if you want to capture the spirit of the age, because there’s no word in Scots […]
Read MoreC.R. Harper That Date in History We shared a cigarette— or would have if we’d met a decade before jogging strollers and kale chips— pursed in place like a late night soda straw. C.R. Harper has pared down into a speculative minimalist.
Read MoreGabriela Mancuso I am perpetually being fucked by my virginity on the wooden chair, leather seat, terry cloth-covered couch. Gabriela Mancuso cries about boys.
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