by Greg Bachar Officer, I'm going to have to write you a poem for that moment of beauty you missed back there.
by Lilly O'Donnell ... Blackwell attempts to challenge the way we read a story in the same way Kant challenged the way we perceive the...
by Marcella Yakalis But you found your way to a deeper place, where the tumors from my cousin’s stomach lined the walls like peeling wallpaper.
by Inci Atrek & Alper Atrek "Do we really have to go home?”
by Alison Wisdom “I’m going to get a drink,” Anna said. “Something with an umbrella in it.”
Without any editing or production, each of these tracks is a cohesive, sustained object, as pure and personal as a photograph.
by H. Tucker Rosebrock We have always been doomed lovers, star-crossed against continents and consciousness.
by Abbigail N. Rosewood ... once the substance was taken from the terminally ill, it was gone forever. Cancerous men, women, and children were left...
Not the heart, he says. Not beauty, but what it points toward. Then quiet. Then we stand there.
Each time the glow goes out it’s sudden, like a snuffed flame, and it feels like it will stay gone forever.
Like Dickinson or Celan, Pizarnik’s late poetry knows no waste. Her poems are carefully crafted jewelry hanging from a thread of silence; any ornament or...
by Carla Stockton The Fitzgerald of the essays is deafened by the noise of his flapper-dominated dreams and nightmares.