“Sketch in Northwest Arkansas” by Nathan Parker

13 November 2015 on Poetry

a stretch of fruit-strewn shade its vinegary yawn and meandering bones quick to make the blond with the apple between her mattresses say this is not a good place to...


“Portal” by Nathan Parker

13 November 2015 on Poetry

I've grown tired, walking stupidly around the house Saturdays, picking up shoes and receipts, rooting through the freezer for a cookie or a portal, sitting on a cold piano bench...


“The New Geography” by Michael Pontacoloni

30 October 2015 on Poetry

Like saran wrap taut around the rim of a crater on the moon, I am not good for much but keeping in and keeping out. Though, quiet as a map,...


Fragments by Gregory Lawless

09 October 2015 on Poetry

Etc. Fragment Their marriage           was ending he waved his    hands and gave          examples Divorce Fragment “Everything she said,”           he said, “was in italics.” Divorce Fragment...


“This Thing Of Ours” by Julia Shipley

25 September 2015 on Poetry

Shark teeth, petrified wood, lump of crystalline. And so? Teeth of shark “killed off coast of Labrador.” Oh. Petrified wood from “the petrified forest where huge trees… lie just as they...


A Conversation With Jean Valentine

25 April 2015 on Poetry

I first was introduced to Jean Valentine’s poetry around the moment when I began to take my writing seriously, and it is perhaps no coincidence that these two events occurred...


“The Man Talks About His New Telescope” by Charles Rafferty

10 April 2015 on Poetry

  It was a gift from my daughter. Twenty years ago I would have used it to size up a job, to see who had the best TVs, the most...


“Lightning in the Desert” by Adam Deutsch

20 March 2015 on Poetry

  It could be the papers that knock just before a fire goes out under dinner. Served. Then the silent flashes are closer than we think. Count your Mississippis. Make...


“What the Tao Has to Say About Flamingos” by Matthew Broaddus

06 March 2015 on Poetry

  The room is not pink, but the flamingos are, and the longer I balance here, the deeper the tropics flock to the walls. Plumage clouds the windows. Even the...


“I Step Into the Refrigerator and Curl” by Connor Willett

06 February 2015 on Poetry

Everything is dead, never alive, or preserved. Florescence purer than dirt. I am a white man, in a white refrigerator, in a mountain state. What does that even mean? Sartre...


“Mirror Mirror” by Chad Hanson

30 January 2015 on Poetry

  Near the end, Carter began to think that mirrors were unreliable. When he walked past his reflection in the shopping mall, he saw a coyote by his side. He...


“Before the Day:” by Andrea Scarpino

05 December 2014 on Poetry

Before the Day : sunrise over the lake, seagull clatter, crow, sound of glasses stacked, restacked, metal slid into place. Cacophony of blossoming : forsythia, lilac, cherry’s pink-tipped sway. How...