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

Featured Artist — Petra Lea

Click Images to Enlarge *** Petra Lea is a professional artist based in the UK at The Electric Picture House Artists Cooperative. She exhibits throughout the UK and USA including New York, London… Continue reading

I GUESS THIS IS WHAT I’VE SPENT MY LIFE DOING — Lucy Biederman

“My generation” Isn’t something to say anymore For me. For me. A better generation Bloomed out below I hate them They delight older people Older as in my age Who will I delight… Continue reading

A Theory of Game, a Theory of Horror — Josh Woods

I’ve played through this idea for a video game a dozen times at least, maybe close to a thousand, but because each run-through was distinct and only in my head, the number of… Continue reading

The Last Supper — Shaelyn Smith

 [apertif] FATE A virtual tour of the Elizabeth A. Sackler Center for Feminist Art housed on the fourth floor of the Brooklyn Museum quickly brings us to its permanent installation: Judy Chicago’s The… Continue reading

2 Poems — Terry Savoie

Her Left Knee, His Cerebral Hemorrhage Now comes an apoplectic bongo beat,       this rumbling, honey- buzzing bee-burning beneath sunken & blued       cheeks, his chest heaving as he gurgles & gargles & gags, Is… Continue reading

Everything Was Quicksand — Rebecca Fishow

The tables were quicksand. The chairs quicksand. The coffee and the coffee pot were quicksand. The car was quicksand. The cat melted into the cat, then the floor. The floor melted into the… Continue reading

Ahab’s Hawser Tows His Purpose Yet — Devon Balwit

Ahab is forever Ahab, man…I am the Fates’ lieutenant; I act under orders…I feel strained, half stranded, as ropes that tow dismasted frigates in a gale; and I may look so But ere… Continue reading

First Lessons in Laundry — Karen J. Weyant

Our washing machine started spewing smoke like an old car engine, so my mother dragged a five-year-old me to Soaps & Suds on South Main, where over a month ago, senile Mrs. Dell,… Continue reading

“Why Can’t I Have an Atom Poet for a Message Boy?” — Ace Boggess

“Why Can’t I Have an Atom Poet for a Message Boy?” —Halldor Laxness, The Atom Station Build a bomb on your tongue, then build a universe. Creator, destroyer. Tell me the news is… Continue reading

Making Joshua Stand Still — Lois Marie Harrod

an elegy The sun stood still and the shadow of the horse along the lane and the shadow of the hand along the ledge. The birch that was always swaying stopped its backbone,… Continue reading

Afterlife — Joe Ponepinto

When people come back from the dead they come back from heaven or something like it, not from hell. Except for Dr. Bennett Bentivoglio, who said his certainty about the afterlife that he’d… Continue reading