Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
Absolutely Not for Profit
Napoleon’s ghost tells me there are plenty / Of consolation prizes, just look around / And find the Elba of your dreams / I laugh and mention Helena, he…
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Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
Failing Small Talk
I attempt to look nonchalant / leaning against the fence whilst I wait for you. / Instead, I brand my denim dress / with anti-vandal paint. / The taffy of…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
BE/LOVED
As I stood-smiled (alive) amongst / a line of lavender- (white-) blue / chosen to witness, / soothe-circulating song singed-softened our hearts. / A…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
The Only Church That Illuminates
Perhaps, you reflected, your creosote / perfume was not the optimal choice / for a night on the town with whiskey, / matches, lighter fluid.
Fiction , Volume 8, Issue 1
At First Light
She could see him sinking deep when she leaned over, his hands above his head still clenched like one big fist.
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
Bildungsroman as Slasher Movie
Beautiful was the slasher movie / of my youth: the tumultuous shadows / under my bedroom door, the floorboards / absorbing more than trauma, / the kitchen…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
The Old Pond
After Matsuo Bashō / Slade Ravine last summer I heard a splash!
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
The Not Enough Blues
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song. / The Carter Family, Worried Man Blues, 1930 / It’s a lie you don’t have to worry: / pricks of uncertainty,…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
It’s Like a Near-Death Experience
to write about the sea – / chimes of seagulls, plovers, and hybrids I call sea-lovers, / chant while waiting for bits of bread. / It’s like walking…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
Eyes Straight Ahead
Only stone and rock could hold one person’s loss and another’s beauty forever. / – Michael Ondaatje / Any off-pitch halter hums the walls.
Fiction , Volume 8, Issue 1
Taxes, Mostly
The girl you’re here to see is sitting on the side of the road.
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
Vanishing Hitchhiker
There’s still a highway / and more than enough land to traverse. / And cars of course. / Plus a whole lot of trucks. / But there is nobody at the side of…