Latest Writing
POETRY
-
FOUR POEMS by Christopher Kempf
SLEDDING AT HARDING MEMORIAL It was how humans, the future will say, entertained themselves those last centuries winter existed. Cribs of dogwood racked in the side yard. Jarred fruit. Fat in our snowsuits, my sister & I climbed the huge steps & pressed our faces to the gate’s wrought bars.
-
YELLOWED by Steven D. Schroeder
The shade we named sidewinder fang hung on a signpost at the main-gate lookout tower— another, tree die-off, we newsprinted into leaflets about how far until the next water supply. None on spyglass lenses could filter the color of a highway…
-
TWO POEMS by Airea D. Matthews
SEXTON TEXTS ON INDEPENDENCE DAY Sat. July 3, 8:14 am (1/2) Because there was no other place I went home away from the scene of crazy-making senses came back before dawn in heavy July Sat. July 3, 8:15 am (2/2) my purse wide, thighs wet keys set down bedroom bound where one child also sleeps.
FICTION
TRANSLATION
From the Archives
Join our mailing list
Receive new issues and featured work in your inbox.