Journal

Rosalind Weaver

How Trauma Dresses at Daybreak I woke this morning in parts, making coffee with crossed wires and crying coconut milk.…

6 years ago

Lynn White

Too Far Out Like Stevie’s young man, I was too far out  much too far out and not waving I…

6 years ago

Back Page with Darrell Black

  Darrell Urban Black was born in Brooklyn and grew up in Far Rockaway, New York. In June 1969, as…

6 years ago

Editor’s Notes

In the Winter 2018 Issue 5, Elizabeth Woody’s stone-heavy  haunting of a poem, My Brother, and the series of puzzling…

6 years ago

Carolyn Adams

Red Poppies Once in the pit of a late afternoon, my father lay in a room, alone. A small machine,…

6 years ago

Matthew D. Allen

Make Believe Our only cover is time and the thin air of winter. Become addicted to something especially the idea…

6 years ago

Tiel Aisha Ansari

Three Peaks on Kilimanjaro Once on the border between a dream and the Indian Ocean my father had turned into…

6 years ago

Delores Pollard

Delores Pollard has returned to collage in her 7th decade after a lengthy hiatus. For more about her, see the…

6 years ago

Linda Knowlton Appel

Frost In a deep chill of anger you and I turn back to back to stumble down diverging paths. We…

6 years ago