“Memory’s nakedness is like a bone that will not decay.” —Liu Xiaobo Alberto Giacometti understood the house […]
Poetry
Reef-ridged and polyglottal, spangled concussion lisped and asphyxiating in a room of radiators who asked you to be […]
Vajazzled by Kendra DeColo
If in the company of two animal-faced angels, his thin feet straight before, as written by Ezekiel, his […]
Uncle Phil’s Flight After Death by Rebecca Kaiser Gibson
winter and because the light is low and slanting I cannot tell if coming toward or going away […]
Trusting the Senses by Benjamin Landry
A man dreams with his fist while a woman dreams of a soft green field where an archer […]
Archery by Lee Sharkey
Take a bulb planter and core down your reach. Feel the soil crumble and its pressure, kiss partner’s […]
Erotic Partial Burial by Jason Zuzga
I lean toward that shape, wishing to stroke its silky outline, but I will be undone by the […]
[I Lean Toward That Shape, Wishing to Stroke] by Joy ...
If we consider all things well we can see the marvelous in it: […]
from Augur of Magus by Brent House
Today I am a spoon among forks. Yesterday I was a fork among knives. Sometimes I am the […]
Discussing “The Fish” Three Times In Four Hours by Carrie ...
Love went to the bodega and said, look, Both of us are products of the cold night air. […]
Love and the Bodega by Oliver Bendorf
Kiss the joy as it flies, William Blake Deus ex machina is not going to happen. I […]
Loomings by Barbara Mossberg
Housed everywhere but nowhere shut in, […]