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An interview with Eighty Six the Poet
Eighty Six the Poet is a full-time bartender and a poet. With a wife, two kids and a forty-hour work week, he’s got a full schedule, but has managed to produce several books, including two post-apocalyptic 1,000-line poems narrated by a turkey vulture (Cathartes
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2 poems by Katelyn C. Dececco
Wallets How often wallets open for women wilting green paper like the tongues of tired dogs placating the hands of their masters But what do we command that we do not carry? And what do you offer That does not already lie open? The borders between us cannot be crossed with common treaties and wagging
Ghosts Aren’t Real by Eric Mitchel Brown
He heard a shifting above his head. A settling in the ceiling. More of a shove, really, laced with the sound of a dragging cord. Like a knotted rope being pulled from a main hull. He paused and waited, hearing only his breath. The house had been empty for over a year before he got there. Just two days
one-bedroom solo by Sheila Maldonado
Reviewed by Amelia Cook As a bicultural, bilingual writer with immigrant roots, Sheila Maldonado is in the position to become a vibrant new voice in American poetry. Her first collection of poems, one-bedroom solo, intrigued
3 Poems by Carey Glenn Smith
happy aesthetic couple He beat his former mistress, his wife, with a microphone. She bore whippletree lashes and slurped bruises, speaking deadly of mediocre fidelity. Her lashes batted to stand in for faded love’s gnash and made it damned near to the mark. But it did nothing more than let them
American Desire by Jekwu Anyaegbuna
Okwuchukwu is going to America. He doesn’t even know what he’s going there to do, but he’s going. He knows he won’t be idle. His mother has been there since 2001, babysitting and sending dollars back home. If an old woman like her can make so much money, then a young man like him can soar like
An interview with Seumas Gallacher
Seumas Gallacher is a writer based in Abu Dhabi, where he does corporate turnaround and restructuring engagements. He’s also the author of The
3 poems by Jim Davis
Self Portrait as Ottawa Sandstone Rough. Steam off a warm drink at the window where I contemplate my previous life and futures, presented as divergent rivers in a western landscape – my mind’s eye, the sun touching each, a quivering blanket of myself spread upon the skin of my future streams. Two
Harry Tristano by Eleanor Swanson
Harry Tristano hears the snow melting at night. It wakes him from a sound sleep. He hears slabs of snow slide toward him “like death.” When the snow begins to melt the slush rises in his pipes… to drown him. “You have a keen sense of hearing Harry.” “I’ve followed you down many a dark
The Cat’s Table by Michael Ondaatje
Reviewed by Joshua Willey Michael Ondaatje has by now proven himself to be a writer who is like Nabokov in at least one respect: he can write about anything and make it shimmer. Subject matter is rendered nearly irrelevant
