Journal

Jennifer Rood

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

8 months ago

Maria Rouphail

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

8 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.…

8 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.…

8 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…

8 months ago

Audrey Towns

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

8 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…

8 months ago

Paul Willis

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

8 months ago