Ian Willey Red Bandana If I set off on my run early enough I sometimes see that woman with the red bandana coming back from her walk, arms swinging, full of smiles, her legs long and painfully thin, like the screech of a pheasant staking out its territory, somewhere in the brush on the edge […]
Read MoreIan Willey Rubber Band It’s hard to believe now but we don’t have any pictures from those days on the lake, nor does mom remember them, and my brothers were too young, so that leaves me and my memories of corn on the cob and a steaming cauldron, plus one little thing that somehow ended […]
Read MoreIan Willey Replicants I’m not sure when it happened but someone has replaced our son with a simulacrum, possessing the same DNA and general knowledge but without the will to utter more than a syllable or two when pressed, minus any interest in any of his previous obsessions like the flight routes of major airlines […]
Read MoreSarah Kobrinsky The First Meteorologist She stepped out of her dark cave in her bare feet and her deerskin shift, sucked the index finger of her right hand, then thrust it into the sky. Sarah Kobrinsky‘s collection, Nighttime on the Other Side of Everything, is forthcoming by New Rivers Press (Autumn, 2019).
Read MoreDebbie Peters Numbed Down With any fist a face can be punched leaving its owner gasping for air, her breath stolen in an act of violence so common in images created to entertain that no passerby even bothers to intervene. Debbie Peters lives in New York City and is an attorney by profession.
Read Moredeb y felio One Night I lie here beside you listening to the thunder and remember the conference last week in New Orleans where I ran into an old dear friend, and we spent the one free evening dining and drinking then returning to his room to talk about old times and our strong desire […]
Read MoreSteve Klepetar W. S. Merwin I knew a man who transcribed the wind who etched its song onto rock ledge and cliff as he sat quietly by a window in the sun his lightning eyes burning the world to ash. Steve Klepetar has a heart too soon made glad, too easily impressed.
Read MoreSteve Klepetar Will You? If the wave gathering strength over the western sea churns, builds, rises above coastal cities like a giant hand, if it roars us into deafness or shines like a blinding wall, will you stand with me on the cliff’s bare face to watch the old world drown? Steve Klepetar has a […]
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