Hands — Wendell Mayo

I first noticed him in my interpersonal communication course. Unlike my students in typical autumn attire, he wore, devotedly, a charcoal three-piece suit with dark pinstripes running throughout that made him seem, in… Continue reading

‘Merica — Peter Burzynski

Just thinking about the sheer un-tethered ferocity of your talons as you slam down from your rocky perch grabbing hold of a six-pack of infant rabbits and raining them down on the sleepy… Continue reading

Bamboo is green in every season Blue in memory — JoAnna Scandiffio

Isoda Okamura, the famed painter of courtesans remembered not what they wore as samurai approached them before the tea house door, but the sound of their voices, falling like snow birds, as they… Continue reading

6 Photographs — Fabrice Poussin

Click Images to Enlarge. *** Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University, Rome, Georgia. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and more than… Continue reading

Days of Wine and Anvils — Julie Wenglinski

He’s a psychiatrist for the astronauts with a cubist right eye that sees multiple views at once. He tells me the cellular tug of tension I feel is the delusion we all have… Continue reading

THE CHILDREN AT THE WEDDING #10 — Darren C. Demaree

Greasy lips & the kiss & the kiss & remnants of this & this swift Alabama trip. I’ve been home & I was already home & I don’t think I’ll ever wash my… Continue reading

New Wine in Old Wineskins — Kevin Brown

I make lists: books I’ve read movies watched a journal of who I have been what I will do, hypothetically poems I write and the journals that don’t want them (ever the pessimist,… Continue reading

unknown porn stars — Steven Teref

UNKNOWN PORN STAR (I) it matters little if at all the quality or creativity of the bookmark you make *** UNKNOWN PORN STAR (II) she must always leave to be plausible *** Steven… Continue reading

Azimuth — Jennifer Neely

When you think of sound as three dimensional On a plane with coordinates Cartesian: x, y, z, Perhaps then you can imagine your garden As the centre of a cacophonic sphere That stretches… Continue reading

Flowering Pear and Half-Moon (for Susan) — Taunja Thomson

I netted leaves and duckweed out of the pond, scooping, letting water run out, and walking into the field to dump the nutrient-rich debris on sparse grass hoping for a spring carpet worthy… Continue reading

Featured Artist — Czr Prz

Click on images to enlarge. *** Caesar Perez — Czr Prz — is a Chicago native with over 20 years of street artist, illustrator, painter, designer, and installation/production artist. He’s mostly known for… Continue reading

The World Dimmed — duncan barlow

There was a paralyzing light. Something had come from the silence of dusk and cut between them, sliding headlong into them. She’d taken the brunt of it with her right flank. When the… Continue reading

3 Poems — Bradley J. Fest

2016.01 “It may just be that I am getting old and the future is already decided, but this relatively new rotting feels rather kinesthetically and digitally pleasurable, a kind of binary haptics laid… Continue reading

Versions of Heaven — Sheryl St. Germain

1 It’s the early nineties, we’re dancing alone in the house to a mix-tape I made of REM, my son’s small and we’re wild with music, which we’ve turned up loud: Calling on,… Continue reading

excerpts from Autoimmune Autobiography — Bonnie Emerick

  Click Images to Enlarge.   *** Bonnie Emerick has taught at colleges in Savannah, Baltimore, New York City, and Colorado. Her poetry has been published in print anthologies as well as print… Continue reading

Avant-Garde — Thomas Piekarski

1. Virtuoso Gaudi, Picasso, Mozart of Modern Poetry, come forth. Pour your soul into the mold, let it cool into its natural shape. Behold the onerous obstructions ahead, maudlin gods, banshees, dead leprechauns… Continue reading

Callbacks — J. M. McBirnie

                              “The only easy day was yesterday.”                               —An unofficial motto of the U.S. Navy SEALs Prologue My back presses against the panes of the door. Behind its glass the drowsy ashes cast their delicates,… Continue reading

Stories — Sandra Kohler

“…what really happened only becomes truly real once we have imagined it, that is, once we have told it to ourselves as if it were a story.” Javier Marais Scant slant light, gray… Continue reading