Latest Publications:
Pray at the Altar of Delusion and Haiku Suite on the Nine Muses
Look upon the simple life tinged by shades of emotions, all // of it a facade to entertain one’s own delusions.
Someone Else's Grief and Job Before the Job
By Ace Boggess
I’ve never walked in driving rain // as she does now, the noise so sudden & // vast as to become its own silence.
Lament of the Perfectionist
I am building a boat in the basement // and there are still so many details to work out.
The Grief Lexicon
I opened your bag today. The orange one Mrs. A gave you on your last birthday, the one with the gold buckle you said made you “feel like a senator’s wife.” I don’t know why I was reaching for it.
OBJECTS IN MIRROR ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR
By Cara Howard
We waited two hours for our turn to pay our respects. Bill and I shifted in a pew at the back of the sanctuary while snapshots from happier days looped on large screens near the altar. Conversations buzzed all around us.
The Artist and a promise
Gold splashes desperate over burning sienna, // The artist is choosing tobacco over bread.
A Charred Crown
By RL Selden
Molek! Your holy fire consumes // the burning bush speaking these new riddles
Driving Adrift
By David August
It was Thursday night, and like so many other nights in the past few months, he drove aimlessly through the city, alone with his thoughts.
At Sunset: Reflections on Participant Observation
It was almost time to bring in the sheep before the sun set behind the mountains. With excitement on her face and a bounce in her step, Iris emerged from the bedroom to the patio of her adobe house with a volleyball.