Category: New Work

Poetry: Elizabeth Block

Illness of the Text The shadows, only of trees. The flourishing wind in obeisance made the wall, on, for, and darkened moment in the pool, which reflected and suspected light itself. Birds, or flying a made spot soft, slowly flutter,…

Poetry: Lane Falcon

Twelve Turns 1. “What do you want to do with me?” While slicing an eggplant, phone clamped to my ear: “What you’ll let me.” In a parking lot, in a cone of orange light: “Anything.” 2. Each night he leaves…

Poetry: Shane Book

SECURITY OF THE FIRST WORLD This place I have not been. But alone. Other possibilities perhaps and even if I am of two sliding partitions: the trees’ spacing, tidal flats punctured by tubular posts, children—I cannot arrive at such days,

Poetry: Rob Wilson

from Holy Red River, Flow Without exchanging words we reached a place where a narrow stream came gushing from the woods (its reddish water still runs fear through me!)… — Dante, Canto XIV, Inferno The other shore is right here,…

Poetry: Francesco Levato

Flight Characteristics of Human Blood and Stain Patterns In healthy adults, volume is from 4.5 to 6.0 liters; not unlike other fluids, it will act in a predictable manner when subjected to external forces.             Target surface considerations: size, shape, directionality.…

Poetry: Aaron McCollough

from To Have Fallen To calm these visits one grants the mirror a blemish             Concerning other worlds, there is at least a terrible one Do we swim in the font or drown here? The older sister sensed about me my…

Poetry: Lisa Wells

King Adam The summer you wooed me I read your journal while you slept, lyrics for the Gretsch you down-stroked until your wrist bled. My hands shook turning the pages, searching for sign. Some clue about what I was. She’s…