Guilt
byThe ones who died?—You magnify them with your living, don’t you? Wednesday morning, think how good they would think they had it, even when…
As Lazarus and Self-Portrait as Sin-Eater
byAs Lazarus How deep is deep enough until I reach the bent rafters of my own ribcage? I test the extent of my dimensions….
February 11
byThe moon is out. The ice is gone. Patches of white lounge on the wet meadow. Moonlit darkness at 6 a.m. Again from the…
River 2049
byThe fishbone in my throat You and I on a mound Soil frozen on a rock near the forest You near the pine cones…
What We Talk About When We Talk About Men
byA review of 24 Hours of Men (Dancing Girl Press & Studio) by Lisa L. Moore “Here’s my love for that loss,” Lisa L….
Lay Hands
byA review of Touched (Sibling Rivalry Press) by Luther Hughes It is one of the peculiarities of language that a single phrase can often…
On Offerings or Doves
byThe Lord liked his meat well done, oxen, lamb or pigeon, which must’ve been nearer to dove when they journeyed out of Egypt. The…
Ears to Hear
byA Review of Acadiana (Black Lawrence Press) by Nancy Reddy Writing informed by geography tends to stake two kinds of claims: the claims we…
Two Poems
byFeast Day There’s a patron saint for everything. Nearly all the early ones were martyred. The world has always been this bloody. St. Justus…
Handful of Fire
byA Review of Revisions (Sibling Rivalry Press) by Eric Tran ‘empty me out,’ Eric Tran writes at the end of his gorgeous poem, “How…
Country Music
byA Review of Tunsiya Amrikiya (Bull City Press, 2018) by Leila Chatti National identity, when not summoned for fatuous patriotism, can spur great poetry….
Two Poems
bySonnet For the Man Lingering in the Fields One evening in the open & symmetrical fields I watched a man driving the backhoe back…
Two Poems
byfrom Bus North Rural night—the lights off in the distance glint like forsythia petals scattered in a parking lot. Anticipation is an act of…
Two Poems
byCouple with Their Heads Full of Clouds after Dali Say table, and I’ll say bread. Say cup and I’ll say wine and spoon. The…
Two Poems
byFigure Study: Trinity Los Alamos National Laboratory, 1945 They taught them to care & not to care. The trick of battle lines & national…
What She Means When She Says God
byi. Cold damp air freezes seeds of water beside berries that failed to fall or be eaten. ii. In the clear dark I recall…
Two Poems
byThy Kingdom Come/ Thy Will be Done Hallowed be the name of thy children bagged & buried beneath snow the woman strangled in her…
Letter from the Editor
byIn the ignominious and dispiriting year of American public life that was 2016, which culminated in the election of a president so egregiously unqualified…
THE REPLICAS
by“I will give; I will enrich; I will return to the world this beauty.” — Virginia Woolf, The Waves We had planned since December…
Witness From Tornado Alley
byI’ve never seen one in person, though I’ve heard and felt plenty. I say it up front for honesty’s sake that none may say…