Three Poems from Vanishing-Line
even in extremity, / hardship, they belonged / to, communion, / their voices, memory, / of the forest / of the air / of the weeping birds / of… More
Cynthia Arrieu-King: Poem
Ocean. One perceivable star. / Blue burnished, close. More
Thunder Mountain Like Sand Castle
They stepped through the gates. He held her hand. She laughed as the wind blew the brim of her hat. Couples and children stared at them. He took her… More
Chris Martin: Two Poems
I sneeze upon seeing myself / or throw my own / bones into the street / like white confetti More
Ben Mirov in Conversation
The structure of both your poems and collections have an almost random, found quality to them. How do you go about editing your work and putting your manuscripts together?There’s… More
Contemplating Caves at a Kitchen Table
My kin wore nothing and drew with black in the dark. They couldn’t see, so touched their way, unaware they knelt on generations. Through necromancy or sleight of hand,… More
Silent Chatter
John woke one rainy morning and discovered the writing in the floor. When his bare feet touched the cold concrete, he looked down to locate his slippers and… More
Monster in the Playground
This story is dedicated to all the children in this world who suffer abuse in whatever form, and to my step-mom, Dorothy. Dorothy’s prayerful hopes for me gave me… More
A Fine, Fine Day
I It was too late for the Avenue so I headed downtown to the corner of Jones and Eddy. There, the sidewalk is stain’d with the lives of the… More
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