8 Till Late by Christopher Barnes King Canute rostrums transmissions, Grand view ads, fitful half-light channels. Wizardry reads signals, embodiments In impulsive jumps. At The Golden Filament TV Emporium He’s heart-warmed to overtime, Is sold what to bag When the pay-counting button’s flicked.
Men at the Hotel Pool by Michael Miller With a single pale look, the boy casts them as judges. Naked but for wet trunks, he sets his glasses down and shakes his wavy bangs back, his half-soft face revealing the bones that his skin will tighten to grip. The tournament starts here and the course […]
Summer Mowing by Jennifer Gray He has transformed his Tonka dump truck into a push mower, using lumber scraps and duct tape to construct a handle on the front end of the dump box. One brave screw holds the makeshift contraption together. All summer they outline the edges of these acres, first Daddy, and then, […]
Chicken Breast or Rump Roast by Donal Mahoney Freddie and Fern were an old couple, a very old couple if truth be told, but on the matter of age, the truth seldom surfaced. Their kids were grown and gone and had families of their own. All of them lived in different cities and two of […]
SWAMPIE by John Grey He lived so close to the cypress swamp, the howls, the screeches, the thrashings, of death were as common as bird song. From the deep bass notes of day to the coffin stillness of night, the humid air could not quite smother the inevitable death throes. Could be the squeal of […]
Spring In Remission by Noah Gordon I’m thinking of the shy way you walked toward the treeline, and how we talked about the oldest Cave in Illinois, how they boarded it up after a blind child wandered in one afternoon. I’d later return to that day to study the architecture of the thickets and brambles. […]
A cult book may be hard to define but one thing is for sure: you know a cult book when you see one. Cult books are somehow, intangibly, different from simple bestsellers – though many of them are that. And people have passionate feelings on both sides: Our critics present a selection of the most […]
e pluribus unium by Halifax there are wars but not peaces we oversleep not sleep in conflict is broken into shared pieces reciprocated in kind until a full spread has been laid out peace is portrayed in a field waving like a picnic blanket shaken free of crumbs our keepsake flag obscured by smoke the […]