Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
Beyond Where We’re At
I stroll from St. John the Baptist’s Cathedral / towards St. Giles on the hill. / Sunlight walks with me. / North Farm is a thousand miles from / these…
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Creative criticism , Volume 8, Issue 1
Looking for Dermot Healy: A Trip to Sligo
The wind was too strong for an umbrella, so we wore our coats and hoped for luck as the sky threatened rain and the sun lowered into the Atlantic.
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
Cave Dwellers
Crouched in the cold, / we filled caves with red handprints / to let you know we were here. / We felt our hearts beat, / stretched skin over hollow stone…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
The Number of Words I Speak
We stand beside the mottled white-gray tree bark admiring the trunk, the / complexion, the shade of that broad, strong tree.
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
Thank You Note
Her pet blotter went out with liquid ink akin to bustle in a blink.
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
A Few Bucks Short
I know about silence / and the severance paid / with words, and the way / the currency is measured / in equity and not equality, / and how there is always…
Fiction , Volume 8, Issue 1
Townsend
[Fragment 3492] I’m on my way to the apartment, where my roommate Berto will be, illuminated by three screens, in his shirt and shorts, sometimes a canary…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
Written into the Earthen Contract
Perversions of thunder undress / the sky, exposing its essentials. / We cower in the study and count / the seconds between lightning / and its long…
Poetry , Volume 8, Issue 1
Nocturne in D
At three AM the dark thickens / and becomes almost edible. / Hard to breathe, though.