Latest Publications:


Humming and Taking the Old Birdie Out for a Spin

By Robert Beveridge

The antique store hides // a portal to the underworld // behind a wall of maps // of places that don’t exist.


Human Pastoral Brick and Two Other Poems

By Chris Corlew

willow-white duck // the blistered // spigot squirts not only for you // but for my irradiated necktie



By J. A. Hersh

They were driving straight down a dark road, their little green car bumping on the potholes. It wasn’t a long drive back to their apartment. Fifteen minutes or so.


My Resume

By David A. Goodrum

I can hear new bark // forming as daylight // lengthens



By R. P. Singletary

“Jane, the taste the taste, you have no idea, Jane.” Typing texting toiling tighter to a tik-tok than ever paid to do in an office.


Until My Dying Breath

By Stefanie Lee

I’ll tell you about how I’ve been remembering myself in the silver crucifixes and imaginary cracks of light underneath a centuries-old door frame. About how I find smudges of my soul on everything I touch, bones, dirt, the paper-thin resolve in my hands. It’s dark, you know.


Absolute Room and The Space

By T. A. R. Wallace

Indoors, faith's crumb turned my without force // as a red need - the language, the // locate plan.



By Mary Paulson

Hi Charlie, I // say as I’m // exiting our // neighboring abode.


Ode to the Flower (April 22, 2022) and 'Morgenlich Leuchtend im Rosigen Schein'

By Francis Fernandes

Trees, asleep in winter, dreaming of sun and blossoms. And why shouldn’t they?


Water Can't Roll and First Date

By Ellen Orr

As cast in copper, pelican reflects. // Pale plumage tarred brown. Preening // for naught: water seeps in, chills.


Wait, A Point, and Twice Revised Tales

By Edward Michael Supranowicz

There is an instant in all // Beginnings and endings // Where trees wait to bloom, // And rivers wait to flow.


Mrs. Anglerfish

By R.B. Underwood

I wake up. The morning sun is seeping in through the closed curtains. What a beautiful day!