Issue: 2025

A poem tells the heart: it must be true— unless perception is a lie and all considered feeling false; unless we err by saying, steal the essence of the said or bury it among the speechless dead. If by my lines I mean to raise, to stir awake, to show, i … Continue Reading

The morning sulks with impending rain, held off for a moment when the sun bursts through— star-shell of anxious illumination. Here is that line of French infantry, their bayonets the bristles of unshaved chins, their eyes drawn, but of course, to your … Continue Reading

My dad and stepmom run a motel in upstate New York. It is not for the upper crust. It is more for the pizza crust. In the summer my dad would host a cookout and invite everyone. One of the guys that Dad was friends with took me with him to the Price Ch … Continue Reading