The Disease
The Disease by Michael Avellar It always helps to start at the beginning and it is at the beginning in which we all wish to
Month: October 2014
Inside Every Vending Machine It’s 1979
Inside Every Vending Machine It’s 1979 by Mary Biddinger There’s no such thing as nostalgia for artificial wood grain, especially when the color mimics a
Who to Name, Who…
Who to Name, Who… by Scott Peirce and Travis Catsull “What a gate, fucker, the fortress in lockdown and you’ve severed my wire, fucker.” On
Goods
Goods by Wendell Berry It’s the immemorial feelings I like the best: hunger, thirst, their satisfaction; work-weariness, earned rest; the falling again from loneliness to
Work Boots: Still Life
Work Boots: Still Life by Jim Daniels Next to the screen door work boots dry in the sun. Salt lines map the leather and laces
The Bald Headed Doll
The Bald Headed Doll by Hal Sirowitz When I was five years old, Father said, I ripped the hair out of my sister’s doll, &
The Radius of Touch
The Radius of Touch by Arthur Sze Rising over granite cliffs in an aerial tram, we view the rippling lights of Albuquerque and volcanoes to
Grasses
Grasses by Heather Allen So still at heart, They respond like water To the slightest breeze, Rippling as one body, And, as one mind, Bend
bricklayer
bricklayer by Shannon Baker bricklayer lays himself down upon his body. builds a better way out. flapnasty foliage, orbital dirt. space dust come to rest
HE WAS BORN ON THE EDGE OF A DISASTROUS DAY
HE WAS BORN ON THE EDGE OF A DISASTROUS DAY by Juan Gelman he was born on the brink of a disastrous day face to