Portal Portal
The boats in the international port prove that from the edge of The Great Lake, though fresh, though still, no scrap of earth can’t be reached. For his sake, V has stepped onto a s…
Mar 3, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Carolyn Guinzio
Choose Your Life Choose Your Life
Either an intruder’s in the house or I’m shopping online. An intruder or stargazer lilies in a vase. A noise my body makes. My body in a different room. Yesterday we played I was…
Mar 3, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Steve Healey
The Nightmare Touches Its Forehead to My Lips The Nightmare Touches Its Forehead to My Lips
The sky feels like a k-pin doused with some other shit that’ll kill you— infectious harp. :: The space between language— shard of porcelain from the dictator’s hous…
Feb 18, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Andrés Cerpa
A Smiling Understanding A Smiling Understanding
There is an understanding, a smiling understanding, between orchards and orchestras. Jazz and Bach are fertilizers, something extra. Trees are much older than music and poetry, wer…
Feb 18, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Stanley Moss
Family Portrait With Enchiladas and a Movie Family Portrait With Enchiladas and a Movie
Picture this: my heart as thick orange as manteca as we turn on Twister for what has to be the sixteenth time since 1996, and my parents are tired of it now, but I really be…
Feb 11, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Analicia Sotelo
A Driftless Son A Driftless Son
It came to me to sell the family farm, shift its failures to a man who planned to occupy the place for recreation, to hunt the deer that spook and shadow in the pines, …
Feb 11, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Mark Wunderlich
Folded Note Folded Note
It’s too cold for the first night of a new season. All gone, the neighbors’ cars. Are you alone? Where are they? Perhaps the flight, the one carrying your daughter and wife,…
Feb 4, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Craig Morgan Teicher
After Image After Image
A warm windy day the window sucks in with white curtains. You’ve left me a specter whether trace or double remains to be seen: blurry photo of fog, midnight ti…
Feb 4, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Kate Colby
In the Beginning, Run In the Beginning, Run
Ninety days in the dark on your back in chains and you don’t know where you’re going. I kept picturing the grin of the salesman as the sai…
Jan 28, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Harmony Holiday
The Nightmare Touched Its Forehead to My Lips The Nightmare Touched Its Forehead to My Lips
For the living, water. And now, you’re all the wells mined for their depth. All of the silence & all of the alls I can conjure. You are not in the living room. You are not in y…
Jan 21, 2020 / Books & the Arts / Andrés Cerpa