Charles Thielman On the Street Long past midnight, downtown intersections cross-hatched by the fins of urban piranha, the dark boas of avenues soon releasing gray dawn. Born and raised in Charleston, S.C., moved to Chicago, educated at red-bricked universities and on city streets, Charles Thielman was married on a Kauai beach and is now a […]
Read MoreRodd Whelpley If I were younger, looking good and on the make, and you were you, but desperate, I’m sure that we would train wreck something lovely. Rodd Whelpley is a writer in Illinois whose hobbies include sad displays of his egregious misuse of the tanka form.
Read MoreMichael Prihoda Not far Not far now: will you go with me where nothing wastes itself on death? Michael Prihoda is a currently living poet.
Read MoreMichael Prihoda with I spot the shipwreck in your fingernail and know love is not about dying for someone but being willing to die with someone. Michael Prihoda is a currently living poet.
Read MoreAndy Fogle In late winter, the best-worn path is slickest. Andy Fogle is a Virginian living in upstate New York, a poet studying education, anda musician teaching high school English.
Read MoreAndy Fogle Fuji, Glebe Road There is art and there is eat, practicality and ceremony, Jeff and I at the bar watching the itamae up close hack octopus. In late winter, the best-worn path is slickest. Andy Fogle is a Virginian living in upstate New York, a poet studying education, and a musician teaching high school English.
Read MoreAndy Fogle To face my age— From a thousand branches to a thousand roots, snow dust billows, mingles with what’s already settled. Andy Fogle is a Virginian living in upstate New York, a poet studying education, anda musician teaching high school English.
Read MoreAndy Fogle She brings something to the table, puts her hand between my shoulders. Andy Fogle is a Virginian living in upstate New York, a poet studying education, anda musician teaching high school English.
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