Category Archive: 7: March 2016

Featured Artist — Kari Brinck

ARTIST STATEMENT The creation of these small works on paper happens during my frequent travels. The diminutive format, 10×15 cm, lends itself well to international flights and constant moving around. The materials I… Continue reading

2 poems — Skip Fox

maybe and again within sound the soundless, without sound a darkening cacophony of need blots sky, blue thick with black of crow & the din of caws, black hinges pivoting in an air… Continue reading

The Event of Illness — Kevin Kilroy

Editor’s Note This diary was found among the notebooks of Lee Revzin, a poet. They are published without alteration. We have reason to believe Lee Revzin is a nom de plume. These pages… Continue reading

Resume of my Failures — Rebbecca Brown

   Resume of my Failures Address: top floor of a brownstone containing a kitchen ceiling about to collapse, a hole in the closet leading to rotting rafters, permeated with cat urine from a… Continue reading

2 Poems — Susan Slaviero

MALICE DOMESTIC We were in love with French poison. Both of us slept, locked in glass bottles. The house had manners, hysterical dreams, yellow daisies, rheumatic fevers. We were emerald, opalescent, water &… Continue reading

Plum Sea — Michael Robins

—for L. S. Klatt Despite beginning difficultly—                    Ideally inside speech’s sake, one need not dwell adrift, stopping now in conversation— Across the interstate dare my directions to a lavish house Need no return,… Continue reading

Watchers — Thomas Bauerschmidt Sweeney

My childhood Eden was my grandparents’ lake house. Nestled into the heart of Bemus Bay on Chautauqua Lake, the big house and the little house as we called them, and a yard big… Continue reading

3 poems — Cat Dixon

When the waitress ties her hair back The cook watches her from his station. Her elbows stick out, twin guards beside her head. As she tugs her hair into place with a black… Continue reading

William Carlos Williams, Mechanical Vampire-Bird, Plays Vegas — Raul Clement

1.         So much depends on the neck of the swan. If you can wrap your hands around it and strangle the warmth, if you can butcher up the breastbone and laugh while it… Continue reading

The Color — Juanita Rey

When you see me flush my birth control pills down the toilet, then you can be concerned. Or if I peel the tangerine with the edge of my fingernail or dress up in… Continue reading

3 Poems — Fritz Ward

THE DOPPELGANGER’S POST-WEDDING PRIZE Room 12B (Where the Carnations Live a Week Longer than Anyone Intended) Half-way down the mountain,             Miss Gosh and Mister Solomon smooch in the midget room for the very… Continue reading