Featured Artist — Garik Karapetyan

Click Images to Enlarge. *** Garik Karapetyan is an Armenian artist who lives and works in Armenia, France, and the U.K. His work has been exhibited in France, the U.S., Armenia, Germany, Lebanon,… Continue reading →

Two poems — Rachel Nagelberg

Do Androids Dream of Dick? I participate in the illusion  I have a credit card  I buy mostly organic  I’m paying back my student loans  some nights I experience  gaps  in the artifice— my pupils dilate  my belly shakes  ( my nervous… Continue reading →

Hands — Wendell Mayo

I first noticed him in my interpersonal communication course. Unlike my students in typical autumn attire, he wore, devotedly, a charcoal three-piece suit with dark pinstripes running throughout that made him seem, in… Continue reading →

‘Merica — Peter Burzynski

Just thinking about the sheer un-tethered ferocity of your talons as you slam down from your rocky perch grabbing hold of a six-pack of infant rabbits and raining them down on the sleepy… Continue reading →

Bamboo is green in every season Blue in memory — JoAnna Scandiffio

Isoda Okamura, the famed painter of courtesans remembered not what they wore as samurai approached them before the tea house door, but the sound of their voices, falling like snow birds, as they… Continue reading →

6 Photographs — Fabrice Poussin

Click Images to Enlarge. *** Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University, Rome, Georgia. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and more than… Continue reading →

Days of Wine and Anvils — Julie Wenglinski

He’s a psychiatrist for the astronauts with a cubist right eye that sees multiple views at once. He tells me the cellular tug of tension I feel is the delusion we all have… Continue reading →

THE CHILDREN AT THE WEDDING #10 — Darren C. Demaree

Greasy lips & the kiss & the kiss & remnants of this & this swift Alabama trip. I’ve been home & I was already home & I don’t think I’ll ever wash my… Continue reading →

New Wine in Old Wineskins — Kevin Brown

I make lists: books I’ve read movies watched a journal of who I have been what I will do, hypothetically poems I write and the journals that don’t want them (ever the pessimist,… Continue reading →

unknown porn stars — Steven Teref

UNKNOWN PORN STAR (I) it matters little if at all the quality or creativity of the bookmark you make *** UNKNOWN PORN STAR (II) she must always leave to be plausible *** Steven… Continue reading →

Azimuth — Jennifer Neely

When you think of sound as three dimensional On a plane with coordinates Cartesian: x, y, z, Perhaps then you can imagine your garden As the centre of a cacophonic sphere That stretches… Continue reading →

Flowering Pear and Half-Moon (for Susan) — Taunja Thomson

I netted leaves and duckweed out of the pond, scooping, letting water run out, and walking into the field to dump the nutrient-rich debris on sparse grass hoping for a spring carpet worthy… Continue reading →