Hairline — Carrie Greenlaw

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Lots of things come and go—the last bowl from our wedding set cracked but did not shatter. The other seven spit shards at the dump, still pyrex white and hopeful where the flowered… Continue reading

Free Hands — Heather Durham

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I tasted blood. Must have been picking at my lips again. Scraping that bump in the middle of my top lip as if to smooth a seam, or pulling away any chapped strips.… Continue reading

My mom cried on the floor because she was afraid of the police shooting me dead (after Charles Kinsey) — Marcus Lindsey

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My mom cried on the floor because she was afraid of the police shooting me dead. My mom cried on the floor because she was afraid of the police shooting me My mom… Continue reading

2 Poems — Lisa Masé

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What’s Worth Keeping What if it didn’t matter that your parents left to spend two years in Somalia, ripped you from Ferrara to live with estranged grandparents in Kansas? What would remain of… Continue reading

3 Paintings — Elisabetta Martignetti

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    *** Elisabetta Martignetti’s work is inspired by fairy tales, literature, comics and manga, cartoons and anime, magic and nature. Her style has been described as “girly nostalgic punk’ with themes on… Continue reading

Old Hippies with Small Bladders — Michael Schulz

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My birthday and my wife’s birthday are six days apart. So, every year my parents make the three and a half hour trip to our house to celebrate and spend time with their… Continue reading

A Remarkable Wreck — Kevin Casey

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As we noticed in the streets a handbill headed, “Death! one hundred and forty-five lives lost at Cohasset,” we decided to go by way of Cohasset.              … Continue reading

Family Values — Jude Marr

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marriage is an institution for the insane— from disorder comes cohabitation, (procreation) psychic pain: siblings will be killers (cf. Cain) brother / traitor : sister / slap—and daddy’s little girl                                                                   grows up                                                                   insomniac—… Continue reading

Chased (But Still Chaste) — Ed Werstein

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On viewing Apollonio di Giovanni di Tomaso’s Panel from a Marriage Chest with Story of Apollo and Daphne I. Cassone, Italian. An ornate box given to a bride and placed in the bridal… Continue reading

Featured Artist — Vincenzo Amicone

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  “The Glass of Wine” Tribute to Johannes Vermeer Oil on Canvas, 75 x 65 cm 2016 To give meaning to his “compressed” or “wavy” works, Amicone says we must leap into the… Continue reading

Because we cannot know — LeeAnn Pickrell

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Because we cannot know, we keep walking, keep getting up each morning, drinking coffee. Because we cannot know, I’m drinking coffee that morning in Thailand, not on the beach but just off, because… Continue reading

Two Prose Poems — Ann Stewart McBee

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Centrifugal Stain My cat bit a tick that had lodged itself in her tail, breaking the exoskeleton with such force that the blood made a rapidly curving arc that spun into discs. Its… Continue reading

Winter: Welcome When He Goes — Brooke Larson

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In early summer I woke up in bed with a spanking new brain. I had just come back to Arizona from Utah, a land where spring is too chicken to push back against… Continue reading

Animalia — K. S. Phillips

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Foreword   Animalia, a fragmented epic of rhymed verse in 124 lines, is all that remains of the lost masterpiece of Coleridge McClintock Eng, navigator and poet aboard the Mischief, Lord Alfred Russell… Continue reading

Watercolor and Chinese Ink — Lindsay Erdman

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  Click Images to Enlarge     *** Lindsay Erdman is a Toronto native who is also an educator, musician and artist. She has been developing her skills in all three of these… Continue reading

Zero Standard — Gregory Kimbrell

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The eyes of carved pterodactyls shed tears of acid that eat away at their stone contours and bore holes through the marble floor tiles that reflect the cold light of the supernova. Inside… Continue reading

something I took I did not help make, but I did make this — Aimee Harrison

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  *** Aimee Harrison is a poet and visual artist living in Albany, NY, where she co-runs the St. Rocco’s Reading Series. She is the managing editor of Essay Press, a founding editor… Continue reading