I. Blank City In the neighborhood the girls call her Our Lady of Trash. Our Lady […] Color Artist by Gabrielle HovendonJuly 14, 2014 in Prose tagged Gabrielle Hovendon by Chris Allison
Where else do mice scurry along the bones of a couch, among coiled springs and dog […] Of Things and Home by b: william bearhartJuly 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged b: william bearhart by Chris Allison
An angel came to her while she was mixing the salad and saying things like, “Mm, […] A Salad for the Unforgotten by Helen Degen CohenJuly 14, 2014 in Prose tagged Helen Degen Cohen by Chris Allison
and a father with a fishing pole | five starving children | two sisters at home […] Catfish Frantic by b: william bearhartJuly 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged b: william bearhart by Chris Allison
One willow at the field edge— after weeks away I want to wander toward the shape […] Not Reaching to Hold Anything by Jeff HardinJuly 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged Jeff Hardin by Chris Allison
I We dipped our shoulders beneath the heat and found whiskey in the earth. Cars passed. […] Fragments by Jackson HolbertJuly 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged Jackson Holbert by Chris Allison
I’m that man on the rooftop others mistake for a jumper— but I am here […] Having Weighed the Only Words I Hold by Jeff HardinJuly 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged Jeff Hardin by Chris Allison
What could we have found there, awkward with our maps, silences, grievances? Speechlessness was so […] Cliff Dwellings, Mesa Verde by Emily Pulfer-TerinoJuly 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged Emily Pulfer-Terino by Chris Allison
I did not panic when I drove my truck into a ditch of trees. Snap of […] This Body is a Body Collapsing by b: william bearhartJuly 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged b: william bearhart by Chris Allison
What happens when God sits down for dinner? Do you set the table for two, three […] At The Dinner Table With God And My Father by ...July 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged b: william bearhart by Chris Allison
(“my particular”) Seeking succor I traveled your pilgrim’s course ignorantly, coincidentally as impenitent, unbeliever, but […] Excerpt from: In June, the Labyrinth by Cynthia HogueJuly 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged Cynthia Hogue by Chris Allison
the shanty preacher’s daughter I’ll pick a shantyman over anybody to dance with. Hips and stories […] Shantyfolk Dance Floor by Heather DobbinsJuly 14, 2014 in Poetry tagged Heather Dobbins by Chris Allison