Featured Artist — Franco Fajeti

“Franco Fajeti was born in a little city called Scandiano close to Reggio Emilia, Italy, on May 3, 1944. When he was young, he developed a passion for art by silently watching his… Continue reading →

2 poems — Kristi Maxwell

I wish not to reserve the gherkin for the king      her king, especially The ferns leaked green There were threats of jail-time There were threats of Jell-O shots, too One came to fruition                 one bore… Continue reading →

At the Root — Rebbecca Brown

CJ made a mother out of birthday cake, so I decided I’d force a father from the dirt I now tendered. CJ made that mother years ago from wanting something sweet to do… Continue reading →

Among the Lost — Nathaniel Meals

I In early July 20-, just before the heat wave struck that would plague our region with the hottest, driest, most lethal string of days in over a century, I went to the… Continue reading →

from A Handbook for Introverts — Lindsay Bell

1. How to run : remember the grave danger in our bodies. How to rationalize running : from an ax-wielder                       from a dingo             or a baby                       from the bully who invariably will kick… Continue reading →

SLEEPERS — K.C. Frederick

The faculty meeting wasn’t any more boring than usual. The new dean seemed to be addressing another audience, as if she were already auditioning for a better job. Mike Pollard from History managed… Continue reading →

2 Poems — Kyle McCord

Pictures of Us Here I am mowing            down tin cans with a .45            while the dog goes berserk you’re picking casings            from rose bushes            the gardener could chip a blade                       on the whacker… Continue reading →

5 Paintings — Sandy Coomer

“These pieces are acrylic pour paintings created by combining acrylic paint with various substrates and silicone oil. The layers of paint react within the mixture according to their density and form an abstract… Continue reading →

2 Poems — John Sibley Williams

CHILDHOODS As if catching a moth between two cupped hands, her yet-to-be-broken father holds her head above a sick- bed stained with a century’s illness. Through the winter window, fields of blackened lungs… Continue reading →

THE PROBLEM WITH FRESH HOMEMADE PIZZA — Ronda Broatch

is where you place the sun-dried tomatoes. Too near the surface they burn, little islands charred in a sea of gorgonzola. Black olives are best broken and drowned, as the tomatoes must be,… Continue reading →

The Answer to Your Question is, “We Will Be Doing This Dance Involving Sun and Clouds Again Tomorrow — Cal Freeman

The Answer to Your Question is, “We Will Be Doing This Dance Involving Sun and Clouds Again Tomorrow if the good Lord’s willing and my leaky old boat stays afloat. Our time seems… Continue reading →

Meditation: Waking — Sandra Kohler

i. The boon of air: dry, cool, moving. Today, nothing on the calendar except the garden. I should seize the day. The breeze picks up, lifts leaves, rustles through boughs. Maybe I’ll weed… Continue reading →