Journal

Jennifer Rood

Desert Tableau, Fort Rock, Oregon Spray of feathers. Last flight flown. Bird no more. Rodent skull bleached to chalk, with…

11 months ago

Maria Rouphail

Iowa Scenes  . . . to glorify things, just because they are. ‌               …

11 months ago

Joel Savishinsky

Mornings in Melancholia --after Freud’s 1917 essay “Mourning and Melancholia” I. A strange country to walk into at ten A.M.…

11 months ago

Sarah Cummins Small

Unstitched I am held together by tiny stitches on small scraps of feed sack, snatches of wool, snips of gingham.…

11 months ago

Doug Stone

Li Bai on His Way to Meng Haoran’s Grave The anger of a gathering storm stirs the sullen sky with…

11 months ago

Audrey Towns

The Lost Boys …for she thought that she had seen him before in the faces of many women who have…

11 months ago

Laura Grace Weldon

When The Dead Visit People I know tell me their dead visit disguised as a cardinal at the window, a…

11 months ago

Paul Willis

Smoke Signals —Sequoia National Park From the switchbacks above Soda Creek, I can see green smoke blowing across the Chagoopa…

11 months ago