3 poems — Okla Elliott

Imaginings in the Garden i. The Preparation Plow and I turn up the bone-dust and skin-rot of my own dead kin. Like breathing the theft of air in my lungs and blood On… Continue reading

2 poems — Jarita Davis

Grounding Her nightly walks began in June. The evening stars split the sky like white stigmata across the night. The air held still and cool and she looked for god in each step.… Continue reading

The Paper Masters — Ish Klein

STATEMENT: HOW THE PAPER MASTERS CAME TO BE I work in the digital film medium. Classic film looks great but it takes a lot more energy and/or money to do. Video gives you… Continue reading

Flying Snake — Juliet Cook

Last month, I felt like I looked old and unattractive, but this month, I feel like I look like a young attractive snake. I know some people wouldn’t insert the words “young” and… Continue reading

Jack — Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois

Woke at 5 a.m. to take a neighbor to cataract surgery Dropped her off went to find a McDonald’s with Wi-Fi but found none between here and the Front Range just a Jack-in-the… Continue reading

Homing In — Hilary Schaper

Though Smith Family Tidbits sat on the closet shelf for years, that day—for whatever reason—it caught my eye. Its crumpled and folded pages, some ripped from the three-ring binder and pressed together at… Continue reading

A View of the Walk Home — Ben Meyerson

I The sidewalks are whittled down to thinned-out corridors that taper off and dip hackles into asphalt — ideal for sidling, smooth enough that they may as well be road themselves: I might… Continue reading

Stone Collection — Keith Miller

1. Sweet hooky from potluck and hymnsing to trudge new snow into the gully, end of the glacier’s run. Under two miles of ice the land bowed, sprang in slow spring, is still… Continue reading

SATANIC GRAMMAR — Ashley Naftule

He had spent his life hunting typos with the kind of fervor one normally reserves for ferreting out Nazi war criminals. When his daughter found him lying face down in a stack of… Continue reading

FEATURED ARTIST — MITCH RANEY

    *** Mitch Raney received his Masters of Fine Arts in Poetry from Bowling Green State University in 1998. For the past two years, Mitch has been living, teaching and making art… Continue reading

Remembrance of a Waltz — Sophie Paulette Jupillat

“Remembrance of a Waltz” was composed with the downfall of the Romanov dynasty in mind; its martial rhythm is meant to remind the listener of the uprising and violence of the new regime… Continue reading

WHITEOUTS — Jason Kapcala

There’s slush around the tires, and Burl Ives is singing “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas,” and Tessa rides shotgun in my brand new Dodge Charger. It’s a snub-nosed beast, a shark. Heated seats… Continue reading

2 poems — Ronda Broatch

BEFORE THE STARS COME ON I INVESTIGATE DECAY Tonight only moon wrapped in gauze, crickets grinding the stone dark whatever they might be saying becomes erasure, past grit of things a madrona about… Continue reading

3 poems from 3… — Travis Macdonald

Author’s Note: π (pi or 3.14159etc.) is a transcendental number. This suggests, among other things, that no finite sequence of algebraic operations on integers (powers, roots, sums, etc.) can be equal to its… Continue reading

2 poems — Adam Tedesco & Juliet Cook

What is to be Done 1. At least your body will feed creatures in the soil. My breast milk is still dripping down for a dead baby. Your mind and its memory sink… Continue reading

A Path to Citizenship — David Amadio

Edgar squinted in the hard shine of the policeman’s flashlight. He was sitting on the sidewalk with his back against a chain-link fence. His neck felt like someone had twisted it halfway round.… Continue reading

8 paintings — Jan Donley

    *** Jan Donley writes, paints, and teaches in Boston, Massachusetts. You can read about Jan’s novel The Side Door and her other writings at http://www.jandonley.com. A gallery/store of Jan’s digital art… Continue reading

2 Poems — Ace Boggess

Dracula                          Universal Pictures, 1931 Specter, shadow: Bela, I love how it’s music that moves you, & the women. Yet, you have wooed the last of my lovers with your stare that leads to… Continue reading

POSITS — Sandra Kohler

The back porch world thick and swampy, birdy. The hummingbird’s on the wire, a cardinal somewhere close. I need to fill the feeder, I need to walk, I need to solve the cryptic… Continue reading

7:32 AM — Tara Skurtu

I drive below the speed limit past businesses not yet open, a house with only one lit room, pastures of Black Angus grazing. I roll down the window, rest my elbow, lean my… Continue reading

Everything Sings — Cate Whetzel

You like the boxy bodies of the horses that tilt across the rug at vases full of red and green roses, the tiny triangles of the horses’ heads lowered to batter, their back… Continue reading

Shift Work — Lee Chilcote

After the kids go to sleep, I rinse the dishes, load them in the dishwasher and crawl into bed. Later, you’ll come downstairs after falling asleep in their beds, put the dishes away,… Continue reading

An Evening with Philip K. Dick — Jacob Borchardt

              “Watch,” Dick said as he pitched a penny onto the sidewalk though he spoke with a man’s voice, in the dream he wore a child’s face and it smiled from his teeth to… Continue reading