The Worst It Got A couple of summers I did temp work, Manpower, Barret Services, between teaching jobs. It was…
See Beyond the Missing Leaves There is a dead dear rotting hollow out back beyond the bleached white bones of…
A Vision of Colleen No longer a fish in an inland lake, impatient to be born in the vigilant room,…
Betty Turbo's Green Series, of which "Overgrown" is one example, is back home in her studio after a stint at…
Cold Mountain to Red Pines --in memoriam, Mike McCarthy Red was your omnipresent scotch, your ruddy face of broken blood…
Domestic Moment, as Homeric Simile Forgotten, the philodendron fades like a girl left too long to wait for the one…
After The Restraining Order Expires, M. Begs Me To Meet Him For Lunch Says he ‘killed it’ in anger management…
Brady Chambers is a printmaker and artist from the Willamette Valley. Chambers grew up in the skate and punk culture…
James, I Tried Your Arms, But... … the only arms I allow myself to use—silence, exile, and cunning. James Joyce:…
The Weight of so Much Compassion I chew the two slices of bacon that came with my lite breakfast and…