Three very short stories
By Rupprecht Mayer
My son
I’m an old man now, and the times are getting harder. I do not mind, because what could be harder than death? But my son is only thirty-three and already … Continue reading→
Song Fragments From the Brokenhearted Chorus
A Composite Poem
Sift dirt from any American lawn: chipped calcium and nitrogen
amendments enrich the roses’ blush past burn with meal ground
from the murdered and … Continue reading→
Poem Written on the Anniversary of Mike Brown’s Murder, Ending in a Pearl
After Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib
By Julian Randall
Is the sky to go white again?
A rapture in the hue of a pearl.
More … Continue reading→
Remembering My Time As a Student (For David Blair)
By Justin Rogers
You are a River Rouge stench
creeping like a grimy greyhound
from west to east. You are remembered
for how sweet that stench … Continue reading→
The Ellen Jamesian is a Mermaid
By Heather J. Macpherson
Sailing shorthanded, the catboat
swings forth with a mind set on me,
two men all dark summer flesh, caught
up with myth. And I took the … Continue reading→