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“Jawbone in Missouri” by Meghan Gilliss

17 October on Fiction

In the hot center of the three-story barn, an oil furnace bucked and shuddered like an old bull up to his final dalliance. Without it, all of this—the piles of...

 

Ars Poetica

10 October on Poetry

Spool through white and quarters,               eighths. While all the while.                            The lure of idyll as if scotched. Cold rows.                             Fool again: ice, cut glass,               a bandaged...

 

Afternoons on Utopia Parkway

10 October on Poetry

                              Joseph Cornell Who’s the crow pecking through all that stuff? Sort of parasitic   eyebrows, electric bones in his face. Down the cricket   stairway to the basement he...

 

Manhattan, A-Train, 5pm

10 October on Poetry

Maybe the prophet’s right              when he says someone sits                           in judge of us— This here Babylon.              We walkin’ in blood.              Maybe he’s right                                        about me and every smartphone teen, the...

 

“You and You and the White Sofa” by Madeleine Harrington

03 October on Nonfiction

While the view was magnificent, no one had enjoyed looking out the window of apartment 2G of 110 East End Avenue in several years. While the wind dug white caps...

 

“Dirt” by Franklin Cline

26 September on Poetry

Light vacuums up the living room and I’ve been at it again, dirty dishes stacked up on one another, the Jackson 5 ouching from the radio, my knick-knacks thumping and...

 

“You Bought Him a Coke” by Amy Lipman

09 May on Poetry

Last ones at the winery, in rocking chairs, we watched the early dusk, and everyone leaving. I asked if you wanted something from the gas station. You didn't, but I...

 

“Between the Sky and the Ground” by Amelia Skinner Saint

02 May on Fiction

Bradley threw the walnuts as fast as he could pick them up. They were staining his hands and sweater, but he didn’t care. He kept his eyes on the bird,...

 

Storystorm

30 April on Blog, Storystorm

This is true. In the past forty-eight hours I have cried nine times. I cried when I dropped a yellow M&M on my blue shirt and it left a mark....

 

The Writer’s Hot Seat: Kate Christensen on Food as the Powerful Conduit to Memory

29 April on Blog, The Writer's Hot Seat

Interview by Sarah Earle I first discovered Kate Christensen's writing when I absently googled the name of my parents organic farm in Center Conway, NH, and up popped Christensen's food-centered...