3 poems — Cat Dixon
When the waitress ties her hair back The cook watches her from his station. Her elbows stick out, twin guards beside her head. As she tugs her hair into place with a black… Continue reading
William Carlos Williams, Mechanical Vampire-Bird, Plays Vegas — Raul Clement
1. So much depends on the neck of the swan. If you can wrap your hands around it and strangle the warmth, if you can butcher up the breastbone and laugh while it… Continue reading
The Color — Juanita Rey
When you see me flush my birth control pills down the toilet, then you can be concerned. Or if I peel the tangerine with the edge of my fingernail or dress up in… Continue reading
3 Poems — Fritz Ward
THE DOPPELGANGER’S POST-WEDDING PRIZE Room 12B (Where the Carnations Live a Week Longer than Anyone Intended) Half-way down the mountain, Miss Gosh and Mister Solomon smooch in the midget room for the very… Continue reading
The One True Religion — Peter Davis
One trouble with one religion is this: It only wants to date the pretty girls and boys. This religion tends to say, Yes, I’ll go to the prom with you, but you better… Continue reading
Featured Artist — Jyl Bonaguro
ARTIST STATEMENT: My artwork focuses on the concepts of industrialization, beauty and immortality. I examine and deconstruct the effects of industrialization with pre-industrial materials and techniques such as a hammer and chisel for… Continue reading
radio, news — Naomi Buck Palagi
I. Imagine me sitting at a chipped laminate table, an old farm house. Legs slouched open under gray skirt. This morning I wasn’t even sad. Imagine me sitting there as door to the living room bangs… Continue reading
3 Songs — Girls in Trouble
“Open the Ground” “River So Wide” “I’m Done Dressing Up” *** Girls in Trouble is an ongoing indie-folk/art-pop song cycle by poet, singer, songwriter and violinist Alicia Jo Rabins. With this project, Alicia… Continue reading
Cannon River Meditation — Seth Berg
The river swells, takes on the color of arsenic and churning foam. Near the bank, there is a raft of ducks who pay the swell no mind; they gaze at me as though… Continue reading
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