Viziman Champion
by Robert Beveridge One step from the doorway and mud under my feet says “home”, the stink of stray dog, the forge, the sewer grate just down the stairs across … Continue Reading Viziman Champion
Watercolor, The Lightness of New Beginnings, & The Turning
by Corbin Buff Watercolor The image is brewed in cold water: a few tepid brush strokes the central form divined from its background, details intuited from their absence… until a … Continue Reading Watercolor, The Lightness of New Beginnings, & The Turning
Nostalgic Things
by Lilah Thomas The sound of an old clock ticking as one wakes from a mid-day nap, the soft yellow glow of sunlight seeping through thin fabric curtains. Blowing the … Continue Reading Nostalgic Things
Ode to My Hands
by Lilah Thomas Here are my hands. Like my mother’s, but with my father’s fingernails. The ones that grow over the edges when they aren’t clipped regularly. Though, his are … Continue Reading Ode to My Hands
I Call Them the Unicycle Twins—
by Evangeline Sanders matching men on matching heaps of metal churning silver pedals every morning at 10:00am— two scrawny bodies, all veins and kneecaps, soft hair swiped across a balding … Continue Reading I Call Them the Unicycle Twins—
The First Year of Marriage is Always the Most Psychotic
by Alex Carrigan Celebrate the first anniversaryby throwing a sink through a windowand eating the glass shards with theslice of wedding cake you put inthe back of the freezer. Tear … Continue Reading The First Year of Marriage is Always the Most Psychotic
Illness Interlude
Dear Booked & Busy Readers, It seems that the winter weather has gotten the best of me as I’m sick. Therefore, there is no review this week, but stay tuned … Continue Reading Illness Interlude
Newsfeed
by Gus Peterson Every time you cut me, I lose a piece of myself. Every time I thought I could read you, I slapped myself awake. So hard the ears ring. … Continue Reading Newsfeed
Across the Way from Eden
by Madison Brown Are you the fruit that first stole purity? My craving for you is insatiable—just one bite—Please God, just to see. The ones I look up to tell … Continue Reading Across the Way from Eden
The Burro Woman
Music by Robert Rebsch & prose by Thomas Gaffaney Note from Robert Rebsch: Thomas Gaffaney was a writer who lived in the Big Bend Country of far West Texas – … Continue Reading The Burro Woman
New Albion
By Leonore Wilson Who goes to Drake’s Bay now, it’s way too far to get to; roads twist through whipping tule grass like an African savannah. Imagine here in the … Continue Reading New Albion
And the Tectonic Plates of California—
By Leonore Wilson …like packable documents did they portend lightning or the sag ponds the linear troughs did the compromised oaks in their full-drought state the blood-brother hills off-kilter hawks … Continue Reading And the Tectonic Plates of California—
And Lightning When the Spirit Flares
By Leonore Wilson A kingfisher’s blue bolt and flame’s soft thunder in the night earth and air of California, our mythologized West… Flame a barbarous crimson sparking the cobwebbed … Continue Reading And Lightning When the Spirit Flares
A Honeyed Song (a coauthored poem)
By Laine Derr and Carolina Torres We soak up the sun, flesh of many colors,bathe in the tides of idle thoughts, dressesdropping in search of sail, forgetful ofthe end, a … Continue Reading A Honeyed Song (a coauthored poem)
I Remember
By Laine Derr when a bag of candy cost a dime.when my hair, a looking glass, was light.when heat smelled of hops.when a child’s ball, stars and stripes – beloved.when … Continue Reading I Remember
Arepas at Light
By Laine Derr We met before the dew had fallen. The showerheads do not work.Our front door lock just fell off.The freezer continues to flow along our kitchen floor.Our dishwasher … Continue Reading Arepas at Light