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
Featured Artist — Czr Prz
Click on images to enlarge. *** Caesar Perez — Czr Prz — is a Chicago native with over 20 years of street artist, illustrator, painter, designer, and installation/production artist. He’s mostly known for… Continue reading
3 Poems — Bradley J. Fest
2016.01 “It may just be that I am getting old and the future is already decided, but this relatively new rotting feels rather kinesthetically and digitally pleasurable, a kind of binary haptics laid… Continue reading
Versions of Heaven — Sheryl St. Germain
1 It’s the early nineties, we’re dancing alone in the house to a mix-tape I made of REM, my son’s small and we’re wild with music, which we’ve turned up loud: Calling on,… Continue reading
excerpts from Autoimmune Autobiography — Bonnie Emerick
Click Images to Enlarge. *** Bonnie Emerick has taught at colleges in Savannah, Baltimore, New York City, and Colorado. Her poetry has been published in print anthologies as well as print… Continue reading
Avant-Garde — Thomas Piekarski
1. Virtuoso Gaudi, Picasso, Mozart of Modern Poetry, come forth. Pour your soul into the mold, let it cool into its natural shape. Behold the onerous obstructions ahead, maudlin gods, banshees, dead leprechauns… Continue reading
Callbacks — J. M. McBirnie
“The only easy day was yesterday.” —An unofficial motto of the U.S. Navy SEALs Prologue My back presses against the panes of the door. Behind its glass the drowsy ashes cast their delicates,… Continue reading
Stories — Sandra Kohler
“…what really happened only becomes truly real once we have imagined it, that is, once we have told it to ourselves as if it were a story.” Javier Marais Scant slant light, gray… Continue reading
5 Paintings — Michael Lewandowski
Click images to enlarge. *** Michael Lewandowski attended Kansas University from 1983-1987 studying Abstract Painting and Theatre Design. As a member of Washington Project for the Arts (WPA) from 2003-2012, examples of… Continue reading
4 Poems — Kevin Rabas
Boom Town “We used to hunt mushrooms where your house is,” I tell Michelle. The big houses went in around us, the cows gone we used to shoo from the baby pool, the… Continue reading
4 Poems — Gerry LaFemina
Ballot Box The only time I ran for office the returns were delivered by our civics teacher. Since my nomination my campaign had been phenomenal, and if casinos gave odds for high school… Continue reading
For the Care and Control of the Insane — Jen Rouse
SYNOPSIS Hummingbird Girl is a poet going through the process of electroconvulsive therapy. Though the process is standard and she is merely surrounded by doctors and nurses, Hummingbird Girl is plagued by images… Continue reading
Outpatient — Ema Dumitriu
My love for this language Is custom-made Stockholm Syndrome >A feral flying swan Its neck into the future Its feet into the past (I love and bleed. Is that not how it is… Continue reading
Shluchim: A Tale of Tel Aviv — Thomas P. Balázs
It was a night like any of a thousand I had spent precisely the same way in the same place, silently, mindlessly, waiting, heedless of anything but quiet, patient hunger. I was perched… Continue reading
Why Monet Still Matters — Nicole Pekarske
I didn’t know until I saw them live, in situ, that the greatest Waterlilies were not flat, rectangular paintings but huge curved panels muraling a series of oval rooms. You go to the… Continue reading
Soul and Egg — Sara Wainscott
This comic is part of an ongoing mash-up experiment. In this project, I’ve used Winsor McKay’s hundred-year-old comic strip “Dream of the Rarebit Fiend” as a given form and placed it in conversation… Continue reading
3 poems — Cal Freeman
Discussing Escher’s “Puddle” with my Father That your mind weren’t made of time and water, father. A puddle in tire tracks, a reflection of shagged larches, wet boot prints in the muck. It… Continue reading