The antiquated stench of the town—horse piss, saltmarsh, rotting shoes and wood—and upward our noses turn. […]
Poetry
Hammock. Red. It held us we held on I used my legs and later you knelt […]
He Asks Me to Send Him Some Words (Here in ...
Your hands hold the world up in front of me. A diorama of tin-foil clouds and giant […]
Scarlet Tanager by Daniel Moysaenko
The list of wants lengthened. Though, for a while, I didn’t need you anymore. Seasons shifted […]
The Sweet-Bitter by Emily Rosko
“You are free through a freedom with its ribs showing” Joshua Clover […]
Love in the age of lawmaking by Emily Stokes
http://www.tupeloquarterly.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/Atkinson-Hanging-Fire.pdf Jennifer Atkinson is the author of five books of poetry. The most recent one, […]
Hanging Fire by Jennifer Atkinson
I am Fly and there is no God. I am Fly, the smart, dark angel with […]
I Am Fly by Marlon L. Fick
A Jack Russell spins to find a spot to rest. A circle replaced by a circle. The […]
Philosophy of Encouragement by Daniel Moysaenko
This must be the place where the earth experiments with trees. High bloom, stripe, strip of […]
Bird of First Arrival by Andrew Seguin
My troubles began when I first learned about water, was it third or fourth grade when […]
Explaining Anxiety to a Stoic by Mehrnoosh Torbatnejad
In the given world Beyond the ellipses I note the energy a dragonfly Exerts to enact […]
Ellipses by Eric Pankey
no one can possibly attend continuously to an object that does not change —william james […]