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A Poem by Sarah Plummer We’ve become transient in our daily dealings,like hobos peddling emotions from dark saddlebags,casual and lonely. At night our bodies are cathedrals inhabited by godless tourists — crowding into each other,finding symbolism in each breath,praising the dim fresco of your chest. “It must have taken years to paint such detail across […]
A Poem by Michael Lee Johnson As sure as church bellsSunday morning, ringingon Halsted and State Street, Chicago,these memories willbe soon forgotten.I stumble in my life with these words like broken sentences.I hear and denounce myself in the distance,mumbling chatter off my lips.Fragments and chips.Swearing at the parts of me I can’t see;walking away rapidly […]
A Short Story by Philip Goldberg Another night, and once again the Runner hugged the building walls, still damp from the rain that had stopped falling not long ago. The scrawled messages and spray-painted symbols glistened on the wet concrete. Water drops dripped from the barbed wire wrapped around every mailbox. She passed it all […]
An Essay by Chad W. Lutz Two falls ago, I decided what the hell and attempted a rim-to-rim-to-rim crossing of the Grand Canyon in Arizona. Just writing it out makes my right knee hurt, which is exactly what happened. But the knee is fine now, and the IPAs I’ve imbibed have more than neutralized any […]
A Poem by Paul Pruitt Do I dream the Red King, or am I in the Red King’s dream? Do we Each the other dream, or do we dream, Both, one dream of mutual exercise? Am I contained in his dream, free— More so than we may be in waking life— And have I freed […]
A Short Story by Melinda Keathley Back in the day… The members of Holy Evangelical Trinity Church of Titan, Tennessee, first noticed the shift in Jamison Jefferies during the time of Welcome that Sunday morning. Typically, congregants used this time to exchange pleasantries with those brothers and sisters in Christ sitting nearest to them and […]
A Poem by Julia Ponder This will not be the last congregation of sparrowsto gather in the empty winter orchard, and comb in it for left behind skins and stems;each picks and plucks between the muddy aisles of apple treesscanning the scripture of dirt for secret thawed places hidden in snowwhere their answered prayers lie. […]
A Prose Poem by Ace Boggess While I lay in bed, reading a novel by Hesse, I said to my then-wife, “I don’t think Burroughs is my favorite writer anymore.” The next morning, I read in the paper that he died. I know: coincidence, not serendipity, interconnectedness, butterflies flapping their wings in the Amazon. Reasoning couldn’t […]
A Poem by Esme Waters Real poets describe me as artless.Me, someone who throws words onto the pagewith very little grasp of poets past. Real poets, they craft.They, artists, have accessto a (the) special place. I am not allowed to go there.I am not allowed to pretendto go there, without permission. And they never give […]
A Poem by Gina Ferrara An unknown hour, arrives unassigned,above crenellated stucco walls, a flock flies in crown formation,unbreakable, an avian presence, ominous halo, dark corona without beginning or end,their black plumage an honest onyx holding evidence of moon glow and lifted luminosityto give sheen, divine shine, nearly oiled, anointed… they cast no shadows, only […]
How Darkness Enters a Body by Sarah Nichols For art enthusiasts, the name ‘Diane Arbus’ instantly evokes an image – stark, minimal, haunting, and focused on an individual – a unique individual. As the quote by Arbus at the start of Sarah Nichols’s collection of poems inspired by Arbus images, How Darkness Enters a Body (2018, Porkbelly […]
An Essay by Ashley Cooper TRIGGER WARNING: The following essay contains an account of sexual assault, rape, and the aftermath which readers may find distressing. I sling my head to the edge of the toilet. My knees hit the carpet, unable to avoid the burn of another encounter with him. I have washed my sheets […]
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