Featured Artist — Tina Khmelnitskaya

Click Images to Enlarge I am an art historian and jewelry designer based in St. Petersburg. While completing my PhD in Art History at the State University of St. Petersburg, I developed my… Continue reading

Everglades — Susanna Lang

 Jungjin Lee Beneath the cypress, dark sucks out all the air, and * Glimmer of light on water. The photographer’s feet are wet but she will not notice until she has already turned… Continue reading

Teaching Transcendentalism in Jersey City — Don Delo

Everyone should have a perch, a place where he can talk to himself without seeming deranged. My perch is on the eastern slope of Peter’s Valley in northern New Jersey on a cliff… Continue reading

Snowlining — Yuan Changming

At the same height of             Every rocky mountain        Above all seasonal change You are widely cut open        As if to bite a whole patch of             Sky from heaven With rows of rows of… Continue reading

Pennsylvania Deer Hunt — Jake Sheff

Now the mist produces whispers of dusk. Cicadas in acacias hum like lawnmowers. A pair of sparrows coupling has more than two minds. This planet, with a low IQ, is thinking in haiku.… Continue reading

12 pairs of underwear, one bathing suit, no socks — H.V. Cramond

  *** H.V. Cramond is the founding Poetry Editor of Requited Journal and a yoga teacher. Tenure Track, the musical she co-wrote with Cayenne Sullivan, was featured in the Premier Premieres festival of… Continue reading

3 Poems — D.G. Geis

MAD SCIENCE How far we’ve paddled from Ye Olde Tidal Pool! Between the shark liver oil in Preparation H and eau de vie of jellyfish in Prevagen, we soldier on. Life’s stinging tentacles… Continue reading

2 Poems — C. Derick Varn

ALIENATION “Psychosis is an attempt at rigor… I am psychotic for the simple reason that I have always tried to be rigorous” — Jacques Lacan A woman once asked me: “Do you believe… Continue reading

2 Poems — Sheryl St. Germain

PAINTING AN APPLE You are trying to learn to do with a brush what you have always done with words. It’s humbling, because a brush is not a pen, and you don’t yet… Continue reading

Looking for a Lifeguard? Ours Walks on Water! — Kevin Brown

Cerulean blue, over-chlorinated neighborhood pool, the first full day of summer vacation, and my sister saves me from drowning. My mother told me to avoid the part of the pool three times as… Continue reading

A Good Priest — Emily Glossner Johnson

The gaunt man with parchment skin sat on the orange plaid couch in Father Connall O’Riordan’s office across from where Connall sat in his desk chair. Connall never sat behind his desk when… Continue reading